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[image description: An inky cat - almost a silhouette - sits tall in profile, a glowing red-orange circle (with curled banderoles from at top and sides) haloing her head. Behind her, an almost card-like scaled golden background, and behind that, the deep blue-black of space. Text reads, “160, A VOID ~ THE SMALL CAT OF BEING MISUNDERSTOOD ~ after the great Théophile Steinlen”]
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The first thing she remembers is warmth, tiny bodies crashing over her own as they fought for a share of their mother’s milk. Warmth, and a purr that was the world, the sweet vibration of a mother’s love. The voices in the distance barely registered with her:
“One cat was one cat too many. You can’t keep six of them. Those kittens have to go.”
“But Mama—”
“The kittens or the whole damn cat! One or the other!”
Then she remembers hands, grabbing her and pulling her away from her littermates, from her mother, stuffing her into a cold, rough sack while her mother meowed piteously in the background, broken-hearted and confused. A door slammed. The meowing stopped. And then there came cold, freezing cold, and wetness, and one by one her brothers and sisters stopped moving, and still she fought, furious, cold and wet and tiny and angry, until again, hands, pulling the sack out of the water, pulling the surviving kittens out into the light.
After that came warmth again, and bottles held by human hands, and fosters who cared so much about the tiny lives in their care, but who knew from the beginning that they couldn’t save them all. After that came open eyes, and light, and a world. A world so big and so filled with beautiful things…for the cats who got to leave the shelter. Her brother, born with a white patch over half his face, got to go. Her sister, calico and striking, got to go. And she, black as midnight, stayed.
“We’re sorry, sweetie,” said the volunteers, after yet another open day when no one took her home. “It’s hard for the black cats. They don’t understand how wonderful you are.”
And she purred, for them, and she played, for them, and she stopped trying to be charming, for the people who came every second Saturday. She didn’t need them to understand her. She wasn’t going anywhere.
She spent her whole life at that shelter, and when new black kittens came in, she taught them how to be cute and coy, how to flirt with the potential adopters. How to find themselves a home. And one night, when she went to sleep, a strange dog was waiting for her.
“Hello!” it said. “Hello, I love you!”
The dog, it transpired, was named Adora, and Adora was a small god. Not a large god, not life or death or anything of the like, but a small god, of imaginary friends. And the cat, who had never had a name she truly felt was hers to keep or claim, had done enough for the kittens in her care, the misunderstood and the overlooked, that they were offering her the chance to be the same. She could be a small god. She could choose her portfolio. She could do anything.
Anything but go back to the shelter, where her unbreathing body had already been found by a weeping volunteer. That time was finished.
She looked at the dog. She looked at the crying people who had been her only friends. She wrapped her tail around her legs.
“I am A Void,” she said, “and I will be a small cat for the misunderstood.”
She takes her duties very seriously. She is with those who are judged unfairly, who speak too fast or too loudly or not enough. Who are out of step or out of fashion, who never get their points across. She is with them all, and while she does not love as freely as Adora, she cares for all who bear her banner. She cares so very deeply.
But she cares for the little black cats most of all.
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Pickpocket AU
Short Version: I took Res's Glitra pickpocket idea and made it needlessly complicated
Long version:
So, previously on Tumblr, @resflower posted a short fic where Catra and Glimmer were fortune tellers who picked Bow's pocket. And I suggested that it would be funny if they thought they were picking his pocket but really he had picked theirs (given we see him do sleight of hand card tricks in canon). People enjoyed this idea and were like, "Write it!" but I never came up with a completel enough idea to feel like I had anything to post, just a few small scenes.
But here is what I have so far just for a taste. As is my brand, I have made it needlessly complicated.
Magic is thought to be extinct. That's the official line from the cities but people like Catra who live on the fringes of society know that's not true, it's just that anyone who shows any sign of having magic mysteriously disappears. Catra runs into Glimmer when she tries to rob her and decides to partner up with her for a big job… not so much because she needs a partner (she actually prefers to work alone) but because she's become an expert at sniffing out magic and she can tell that Glimmer has it and is trying to hide the fact that she does.
The two of them recently stole the moonstone, a relic of a necklace, long thought to be a myth. Now they are traveling to the edge of the city to the lawless wilds beyond where Catra has a buyer for the moonstone-- but what Glimmer doesn't know is she has a buyer for Glimmer too. Except the longer they travel together, the more she's starting to like the girl and not sure that she wants to turn her in after all. She doesn't know exactly what happens to people with magic but it doesn't seem like anything good and she's starting to feel a little protective of Glimmer.
They run an assortment of scams on their way across the country to make enough money for the journey and in one town they do their routine, Glimmer picking an easy mark in a young man (Bow) who's so innocent and trusting she almost feels bad about fleecing him. At least, she feels bad until she realizes that the innocence was an act and he swiped the moonstone.
Catra figures out he's a scholar in the city by his dress. Glimmer wants blood and Catra just wants their loot back so the two of them hatch a plan to infiltrate the Academy during the masquerade party on the coming night.
Meanwhile, Bow sneaks back into the Academy through his buddy Adora's room. Adora is soldier class and works as the personal body guard for Shadow Weaver, who leads the city (pretend I have given her some cool title). It's a boring gig because Shadow Weaver is barely around which gives her time to make friends like Bow. Bow himself is scholar class which is one of the highest classes there is because they are studying the nature of the darkness outside the city that kills everything it touches, but hates it. Instead he dabbles in the forbidden scientific arts, trying to find another way to keep the cities safe (because the secret the common people don't know is that the way Shadow Weaver keeps the city safe now is by draining anyone with magic she finds, effectively killing them and leaving them lifeless husks).
Bow's developed a device that can track magic and used it to trace down a device of tremendous power (the moonstone). He risked sneaking out to go get it because it's enough to power the city for decades and he's hoping if he gives it to Shadow Weaver she'll be able to use that to keep the city safe and no more magic people will need to die. He's planning to give it to her at the ball that night when she's actually going to make a rare appearance. (He justified stealing it from Glimmer bc he knew that the moonstone would only attract attention to her and probably get her killed.)
In the meantime, Glimmer and Catra have snuck into the ball. Glimmer has disguised herself and goes into the ballroom to try to find the man who stole from her. Catra warns her that they only want their goods back but Glimmer ignores her, fully planning to kill Bow as soon as she finds him. Meanwhile Catra is planning to watch Glimmer's back but she senses magic, so much magic it might be the moonstone. She follows the scent and finds... Adora.
Adora springs into action to fight the intruder! The two fight homoerotically, enjoying the challenge of having someone so evenly matched to fight with so they end up flirting, giving up easy chances to win to keep the fight going. Meanwhile Glimmer dances with / flirts / tries to kill Bow on the dance floor.*
(* I would have so much fun writing both of these scenes, you know I would. Fancy costumes! Flirting while dancing and trying to kill each other! Homoerotic flirting while fighting! Very much my jam!)
Then everything goes to hell when Shadow Weaver shows up. She goes to kill Catra and Adora protects her without thinking, accidentally activating She-Ra, a power she did not know she had. Shadow Weaver has been waiting for this moment, it was why she kept her close all these years, and goes for Adora to drain her (because she's not really draining people for the city, she's draining them to keep herself immortal.)
Meanwhile, in Glimbow's back and forth battle / dance of sexual tension Glimmer has gotten the moonstone back. She's got a knife to Bow's throat, ready to kill him but she can't do it. Then SW's head general, Hordak, appears. He's found out that Bow snuck out because Entrapta has independently invented the same magic scanning tech, and he goes after Glimmer, his scanner showing her to be full of magic. Bow tries to save her, knowing they'll drain her if she's caught, getting badly injured in the process. Hordak is about to finish him off, but Glimmer decides she doesn't want Bow to die after all and, in her desperation, activates power she didn't know she had, teleporting them both directly into the area outside the city they've been told is the darkness where nothing can live… but where they meet an old lady named Razz who greets them as the lost King and Queen of Etheria.
So Bow is dying and Glimmer is confused and Shadow Weaver has Catra and Adora and thaaaat's all I've got so far! shrug
For Inspired By Someone Else’s AU
#MAYbe I'll Make This#sorry for making your AU complicated Res#i WILL do it again#catradora#glimbow#glimmer#bow#adora#catra#pickpocket#glitra#spop#shera#she ra#resflower
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Finally Free | Catra x Reader
Content Warning: Meltdowns, self doubt, self destructive thoughts, no gendered pronouns used for reader but Catra does refer to them as "princess"
"Catra! You have to stop!" Adora shouted from the pillar she was tied to.
Catra was unhinged, breaking apart at the revelation that Shadow Weaver had abandoned her for Adora. That Shadow Weaver, the monster who raised her, got a happy ending and she was still stuck in this hell hole!
"I-its always the same with you, Adora! Isn't it? I have to do this! I have to do that! But this time, I'm getting what I want!"
Your heart was racing as you processed it all from the side. You felt lost and scared as the portal frame glitched and sparked. Saying that it looked unstable would be an understatement.
"Catra! If you turn that portal on everyone will die-"
Your heart sunk.
Was Adora telling the truth?
Why would she lie?
This...this isn't a good idea.
"C-catra..." Your voice trembled under the weight of the tension in the air, so you cleared your throat and tried again: "Catra! W-what if she's right? W-we'll all-"
"I-I don't care!" Catra hissed, her chest rising and falling fast as though she was hyperventilating. "I don't care! I don't care if the whole world ends I-I..." Catra turned to Adora and growled, "I won't let you win!!! Not again!"
Catra grabbed the lever but before she could pull it, you rushed up and grabbed it yourself.
"What are you doing, Cadet!?"
"I..." Your head was spinning as though it was trying to predict every outcome. Catra looked so lost, scared, angry. Her thoughts were screaming so...you tried to whisper, "I don't know but...I-I'm scared Catra..."
You put your free hand on top of hers that held the lever and allowed yourself to break into a pout as your face twisted in concern, "P-please Catra, w-what if she's right?" You asked again.
"I don't care-!"
"Everyone is going to die..."
"No, I won't let you or Adora get in my head again!"
"Catra, that means Entrapta will die..."
"She-"
"It means Scorpia will die..."
"Stop it, C-cadet!!"
"It...it means I would die..."
"Y/n..."
"Y-you...you will die..."
She laughed bitterly and hissed, "Who cares!!! I don't care if I die!!! I don't care!!"
"I CARE!" You raised your voice for just a moment as you grabbed her shoulder and then whispered, "Catra please...I don't want to lose you either..."
"S-she can't-" Catra turned her head to look at Adora but you gently pulled her face back to yours.
"Don't look at her," you whispered. Despite your nerves, you tried to stand tall. Your voice was warm and welcoming, "Just look at me, Catra...please."
"S-shadow Weaver left...me...for her!" Catra hissed, "Adora left for people she barely knew for a day!!"
Her voice was breaking as her overly exhausted body began to shake, but she was trying so hard to keep up her tough facade.
"I know...and...I-I'm so so sorry, kitten," Your nickname for her slipped through your lips before you could really stop it, even though you weren't supposed to call her that in public. "But...that's their loss!"
You smiled through your tears, "You don't even see it do you? Look at all you've done, Catra? If it weren't for you, the horde would've crumbled years ago! You...you're the best force captain the horde has ever had!"
Catra whimpered so softly it was hardly audible, "I-its not enough! It's not enough, Y/n!!"
You thought for a split moment, weighting your words carefully, "W-what do you want, kitten?"
"I want to see Adora fail-!"
"No." You said sternly, "You're more than who you were to Adora! You're more than what Shadow Weaver says! What do you want! You! Forget Adora, forget Shadow Weaver, they don't matter, you YOU matter!"
Her beautiful multicolored eyes widened in response.
She was silent for a moment before a single tear fell down her cheek, then another and another and she began to shake, "No...no I don't..."
She looked back up at you: distraught, lost, and broken. "We both know it's true, Y/n...I...I don't matter!"
"You matter to me!" You exclaimed. You began tearing up as you realized what Catra really needed. "C-catra...listen to me, because it's very very important, okay?"
You took a deep breath, "Catra...I love you."
For a moment she looked shocked before her jaw set and she hissed, "No you don't."
Your heart sunk, "Yes, I do."
"No!" She growled, "Stop it! You don't love me, h-how could you-?"
"I-I didn't tell you because...because I was afraid you'd...I don't know...you'd hate me or that you wouldn't want to be friends anymore." You looked up at her, "but I'm not afraid anymore...I can't be...because you need to know it."
You squeezed her hand, "Y-you need to know that there is someone out there who loves you. You need to know that you've made my life better just by being in it, kitten!"
"S-stop..."
"I know...I know it's a lot, but...I'm not saying it because I want something from you. Y-you d-dont owe me anything. You don't have to say anything. You don't have to feel the same, Catra."
You smiled warmly, "I'm only telling you because it's true. No strings attached. I just...I need you to know that...I want you in my life, kitten!" You giggled through your tears, "I need you to know that you matter to me! So listen to me...listen to me and take it in..."
"...I love you..."
"...I love you..."
"...I love you, kitten...and-"
You slipped your hand off of hers that was holding the lever and backed away, "-I trust you...."
She looked between you and the lever. Her face was distorted with distraught as she looked to Adora and then to the lever.
You inhaled sharply as you saw her go to turn the portal on-
-but then her eyes found yours and she froze.
Finally, the fog began to fade, and she saw you, truly saw you. You looked scared, shaken, desperate but...hopeful. You had so much hope for her and so much love and care it practically screamed out for her to finally see it.
Catra's eyes watered again as suddenly everything made sense. The way you always tended to her every need, the way you always tried to make sure she was healthy, the way you were always by her side, the way your face would turn red when she teased you, the way you always defended her, the way you called her different pet names, the way you always reached for her hand, and the way you always came to her when you were scared.
You loved her...
Her head was still too foggy to say for sure if she felt the same, but she knew one thing without a doubt. She cared about you. She really did...
...so she shut down the portal and fell to her knees sobbing.
As soon as she shut it off you ran back up to her and held her in your arms. You didn't care about anything or anyone else in the moment. Adora, Hordak, the princesses they didn't matter, all that mattered was Catra.
You hid her face behind your arm, so she could fall apart without the fear of everyone watching. You nuzzled your face in her hair as you whispered gently, "It's gonna be okay, kitten, I promise. I'm so proud of you..."
Her claws unknowingly dug through your sleeve and into your arm, but you didn't mind, infact you hardly even noticed.
"I'm sorry...for everything."
"it's okay," you whispered back to her, stroking her hair softly, "we can worry about that later, but right now just...just exist with me, okay?"
"Thank you, Catra," Adora butted in as she strained against the cords that kept her down, "you did the right thing-"
Catra scoffed and hissed at her, "Save it, I didn't do it for you..."
She then looked at you as though she wanted to say something but seemed to stop herself.
You smiled and continue stroking her hair and then begin to clean the tear tracks from her cheeks with the end of your sleeve.
Hordak began walking to Adora and grabbed her by her face to force her attention to him, "Don't for a second think you've won, Shera. Prime already knows where we are, and when he gets here, Etheria will be at my feet."
"L-lord Hordak, what's our next move?" Catra asks as she dusted herself off and stood tall beside you.
He snapped around to her and you knew nothing good would follow. "Our next move? No. You disobeyed me, you shut down the portal before it could bring us to big brother, you are a failure-"
Your face twisted with anger, "Are you joking?" You scoff, "Catra is the best force captain the horde has ever had, if it wasn't for her the princesses would have won years ago!"
"I did not give you permission to speak, cadet-"
"-and I didn't ask for it!"
The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and quickly you realized you had signed a bill you weren't certain you could pay.
Hordak began marching up to you, "How dare you speak to me like that, cadet!" He spat as he continued "You are below me, you are insignificant, you are nothing!"
You started to tremble as you stood but tried to stand as tall as you possible, but then as Hordak raised his blaster on his arm towards your face, Catra kicked his arm down to the floor and ripped a glowing pink diamond from his armor that started to weaken him.
"C-catra?"
"We have to go-"
"What?"
She shoved the diamond in the small satchel attached to her belt and ran past you, grabbing your hand to pull you along. "We have to leave before he gets back up!"
"W-what about Adora?" You asked nervously.
Catra looked back for a moment before shaking her head, "The princesses will come and save her, trust me, but us?" She squeezed your hand as she hurriedly lead you to the hover scooters before turning around to face you, "No...no one is going to come for us...we need to protect ourselves so please..."
Catra hopped on the vehicle and turned it on before hesitantly holding out her hand to you, "trust me..."
You smiled warmly as you looked into her brilliant yellow/blue eyes. Your heart warming in your chest as you confidently took her hand and she helped you on the floating ride.
You wrapped your arms around her waist and told her, "I always have, kitten, and I always will..."
She opened her mouth to say something until you both jumped from hearing Hordaks raging scream and saw the distant sight of on coming princesses.
"Wanna finally ditch this place, princess?"
"Thought you'd never ask, force captain~"
With a soft chuckle Catra revved up the engine and you both sped off into the whispering woods.
Neither of you quite knew where you were going, Catra simply kept driving and you trusted her to get you both somewhere safe.
You sighed and laid your head down on her shoulder. "Are you scared?" You asked her quietly.
There was a moment of silence before you felt her shoulders drop from their tense position, "Honestly? A little..."
You nodded before squeezing her midsection assuredly, "Me too...but...no matter what happens next...I'm with you, Catra..."
She simply nodded her head in response until she was met with a large clearing in the woods.
Catra then lifted her arm behind your head and pulled you closer to her to place a soft kiss on your temple and your cheek.
When you looked up at her with hopeful surprised eyes she smiled at you warmly and said, "Just for the record, I love you too, princess~"
#catras witchy girlfriend#comfort character#romantic f/o#catra#spop catra#spop#shera and the princesses of power#spop x reader#catra x reader#catra x y/n#hurt/comfort#x reader#wlw x reader#lesbian x reader#catra applesauce meowmeow#catra 2018#catra shera#shera imagine#spop imagine#spop fanfic
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Chapter 12: When the past comes back to haunt
The child, no more than 14, watches Carmen from behind the topiary, still cloaked in a pseudo invisibility. This ability made it look like he was part of the background, not just transparent, as if someone painted him. The effect moved with his body, so he stayed rather successfully undetected by normal folks who were not paying attention. Carmen kept her gaze on him and reached out her hand, “Hey, its ok, I won’t hurt you..” As soon as her hand got too close, the child darted off, easily lost in the crowd with his camouflage. “Blendin! Wait!” She cries out, reaching for him. “I just wanted to see you..”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she sat back down at her cafe table, the letter blowing off the book and onto the cobblestone. She picked up the letter and wiped her eyes, opening the wrinkled envelope. She sat and read the letter, written in teenage chicken-scratch handwriting. It read that he read all her letters that she had sent, and that he still keeps in touch with his sister at Warehouse 13. He does not understand why it is taking so long for her to come get them, and that Adora is having a hard time accepting that Carmen loves her at all. He goes on to write about how he got a job as a junior Librarian and he will be training for his own missions in a few short years. He looks forward to all her letters. He even wrote about Adora’s 16th birthday. She keeps the small obsidian dragon statue Carmen had sent still in the box, half opened and left in a corner in her closet.
Carmen frowned slightly, dismayed at how much her daughter sounds like she hates her. Blendin however still has hope to see his mom again, he writes. And maybe she will be able to answer all their questions. He hopes they can be a family again. Carmen smiles at the letter and folds the letter carefully, keeping it in her book as she closes it and makes her way to the alley with the portal. M met her on the other side with crossed arms, “You went over your time, you’re lucky I fuckin kept it open fer ya.” Carmen looked up at him and had a wide smile he hasn’t seen in years. “I saw Blendin. He came and visited me. He knew where I was and met up with me..” she handed him the letter. “Well, not officially, he was hiding from me but he was bold enough to give me this letter and I saw his eyes! He got his special talent I think!” M looked at the letter with mild interest, “Oh yeah? Horse powers or changeling powers?” She punches his arm, “He was invisible but.. not. He used camouflage like a cuttlefish! I barely saw him in the first place! It was amazing! Oh I don’t know anything about him but I’m so proud!” She swoons over the letter, and goes to one of the storage rooms to find a picture frame for the letter. “I need to save this! Ooh I wish I still had some of their baby drawings!”
Over the course of the next month, she kept with her letter sending schedule, but have not been able to spot her son since. One night, as she lays in bed, she starts venting, “He’s getting older, I’m getting older.. Did he think I was too old to be his mom?! What do you think? Did I screw up my only chance to see him?” The covers rustled and down from below her hips, Lekir’s head popped up, licking her muzzle, “Maybe you’re reading too much into it. Relax, babe, let me take your mind off of things.” Her head disappeared under the covers again, Carmen blushing and squirming a little with soft moans. She lifted her head, “What if he’s in trouble? What if I get so old that I can’t protect him?!” A disgruntled sigh came from the covers and a thin ring of ice grew around Carmen’s muzzle to get her to stop talking, Lekir’s head popped back up, the sheet falling over her shoulders. She placed a finger on Carmen’s hard clit, rolling it around idly. “Carm, if you really are that paranoid about aging, I have a solution that won’t make you younger but it will extend your current youth for at least a few more centuries. That and it could make you stronger and possibly give you elemental abilities if lucky.” She gives the little nub a flick, before slipping two fingers in deep, curling upward to her g-spot, grinning as she hears the thief moan and writhe. “So there you go, problem solved and now… I need you to cum.”
The next day, after some well needed rest… and clean-up, Carmen sits in her office, going over the recent mishaps and redirections from the previous heists with M, since he was the expert in such accidents. “It don’t make sense Red, we went over these top to bottom and fuckin sideways. How are these changes happening as soon as we get there? We don’t give any hints of where we will hit.” Carmen rubs her temples and tries to look at any consistencies. “I doubt we have a mole, we’ve had the same team for years now and I’ve given no reason for anyone to double cross.” M shakes his head, “It aint a mole, everyone is clear from day one. I say it may be something bigger, but what I don’t know. There doesnt seem to have any connections, its all individual targets from what I could tell.”
Ninoga knocked on the doorframe and peeked his head in, “Hey, is it cool if I have a friend crash with me on the couch for the afternoon? He just wanted to rest while he was on this long trip finding his family.” Carmen sighed and shut the book she was looking in. “Yeah, thats fine. Let me start up the oven for whatever snack you two may want. I think a well needed break is in order anyway.” Carmen makes her way to the kitchen and starts preparing a rather large snack tray, knowing Ninoga’s appetite, they may need refills in just under an hour despite the tray size. She was just on the stepladder in the dry pantry, reaching for a dried slab of meat to slice for the meat board, when a voice from behind her made her freeze in her tracks, “Hello? Ninoga said someone was preparing food.. Is there anything I can help out with?”
The mare turned to look over her shoulder, unable to believe her ears… or her eyes. “Are.. you.. Wally?!” She turned too quickly on the ladder and stumbled to the floor. The pale blue stallion had caught her before she had fallen too far. “Its ok, I gotcha!” He looked in her green eyes and grinned, his own blue eyes admiring her from behind his glasses. She gripped his striped sweater and looked back at him, blushing. “Hi, my light. I made it home..” Carmen immediately started sobbing and clutching him tightly, sinking to the floor. They both knelt in the dry pantry what felt like hours, Wally stroking her hair as she held him as if never to let him go ever again. She lifted her head and put her hands by his face, cupping it and caressing out of disbelief. “It really is you… you’re alive! And you’re home! Oh Wally, don’t ever leave me like that again! I was told you were dead!! They took the kids and threw me in this asylum just to get rid of me!!” Wally’s eyes went wide, “Who did that?!” Carmen shook her head, “I don’t know but the kids are at the Warehouse and Library like we planned if something happened to us. After the fire, the police arrested me for it and my past warrants and took the kids away.. and-“ before she could finish, tentacles had grabbed Wally from every limb and thrown against the wall outside the pantry. Wally winced and was immediately punched in the face bare knuckles by M. “You fuckin dirty lying cunt! You were alive all this time and you just now fuckin show yer face?! You fuckin had 15 goddamn years to even call!” M gave a couple more punches before letting him go. Wally staggered and chuckled, wiping some blood from his mouth. “Yeah.. I deserve that. My bad.. I didn’t mean to be away this long. I just need some help and I’ll leave after that if you want me to.”
Carmen rushed past M to Wally’s side, “Here, lets clean you up, and you can tell us everything.” She showed him to the bathroom, giving a glare to M. Ninoga poked his head in, “Heeey so, is everything ok? I didn’t know he knew you guys.” Carmen and M just look at Ninoga, then to the family photos that have been hanging up in the hall that show Wally and the kids, and then look back at Ninoga. “This is a neat place, you have a lot of art replicas here, doncha? I remember you always liked the arts…and Marehem! I didn’t know you knew Carmen! Thats a neat surprise!” Wally chimed in, trying to be cheerful. M groaned and rubbed his face, “Fuck.. theres two of them now.. Moron, you specifically told me to watch over her if something happened to you. And I did, thinking you were fuckin dead!”
Wally laughed and shook his head, “I wasnt dead, silly! I got knocked out in the fire and had amnesia for a little while!” Carmen frowned, “How long is a little while??” Wally thought a moment, “That depends…What year is it?” M growled, “You’ve been gone for 15 fuckin years! Where the hell were you?!” Wally blinked, “Wow, thats a long time.. I was at this cute little commune in the woods with this sheep leader, it was a little weird but they treated me well. They kicked me out when I got infected by something… which is why I need your help.” Wally took of his striped sweater and small clusters of sores littered his back and chest, from the sores, looking like dark green crystals growing out from beneath the flesh. Some looked like they were broken off and others grew around it.
Carmen tapped her glasses frame to magnify what she was looking at. She took some tweezers and plucked a shard out, with slight yelp from Waldo. “This is Vivianite.. it’s the only crystal known to grow on corpses. Wally, did you see what infected you?” He shook his head, “It’s just been growing non stop, and it’s from deep inside too, I can feel it in my muscles. It still lets me move, but it does hurt after a while. I think it’s called Vivian’s Burden or something. I’ve had it for about a year, I think I may have maybe three years until it’s too late to cure.” Carmen sighs and cleans each sore and takes out as much crystal as she could, “M, have you seen anything like this in the changeling cultures?” M just stood on the doorframe, cross-armed, “The fuck I look like? The village medicine man? I ain’t seen shit like that. Not everything black and green fuckin associates with me. I just like this fuckin color scheme.”
Carmen deadpan looks at him, “I wasn’t going by color, dumbass. I was going by the crystal’s natural matrix and place in geology. This crystal pretty much originates near a bunch of ancient changeling hives, does it not? Changelings used to hunt and gather food, sucking the life and emotions from its victims, leaving a nice environment for the crystals to grow.” Ninoga peeks in again, “You know your pretty rocks.. but if they grow on corpses, are you sure he’s not a zombie?” Wally pats himself over and feels for a pulse, “I don’t think I’m a zombie. Should I test it out when we go to the grocery store? Maybe I need to eat a brain?” There was a resounding “NO!” From the three of them towards Wally.
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Happy almost Valentine's Day, people, and while I'm low on romantic ideas that aren't a comic, I can still write out a scene that plays out in my head every time I listen to this song.
Anyway, little oneshot about Orko and Dree Elle having a little bonding time, set in my own little continuity.
She was a Trollan Song Mage. They were known for their powerful voices, but she spoke in soft tones. She did not like small spaces and preferred to wander. She daydreamed quite often, most likely about home. She couldn’t remember just how she ended up in a different dimension. If one looked closely enough, they could see bags under her eyes (though trying to see a Trollan’s face is considered very rude).
Orko was not sure who Dree Elle was before the Horde. He had stumbled upon her during his mission to find the captured Prince Adam in the Fright Zone (which was through that portal to Eternia’s sister world, Etheria) and give him his sword–and a bonus sword for some reason–so He-Man could save the day. He had known the Horde had a “siren” singing very distinctly Trollan song spells during their invasion, and was livid at the thought of one of his own kind working for the Horde. But when he found her, she was barely levitating inside of a cylindrical glass chamber, her throat raspy from overuse, her clothing worn and hair unkempt, and her frame malnourished. At that moment, his anger fizzled away at seeing her circumstances. His choice to free her was a no-brainer.
Thanks to He-Man, his new friend She-Ra (who Orko later learned was Adam’s long lost twin sister Adora–who the bonus sword was for), the Great Rebellion on the other side of the portal, and an angry Skeletor who did not want the Horde’s claws on his prize, Eternia managed to kick the Horde out and seal the gate. The Sorceress warned that they’d return, but when they do, Eternia will be ready.
But, for now, Orko was focused on his fellow Trollan’s well-being. He had been frequently checking up on her in the medical bay since the invasion, keeping her company whenever she was awake and getting to know her a little. He reassured her that the medicine was safe and the food wasn’t toxic to them–he should know, he had to go through a process of making sure he didn’t have any intolerance to Eternian food–and kept track of her progress.
Though she soon regained the strength to float normally, she was still shy around the Eternians, and often lost in her own thoughts. Orko personally gave her a tour around the palace, seeing what she was interested in. He caught the spark of curiosity when she met Melanktha, the Royal Archaeologist. He was amused at her absolute glee at trying chocolate. And she was drawn to the beauty of the Royal Garden, where she sat quietly and enjoyed the peace it brought.
Rain or shine, she liked that garden. She’d lay on the roof of the little gazebo to sunbathe and look up at the clouds, help the gardener tend to the plants, meditate beside the stream that cut through the garden, and even retreated to the thicker brush whenever she was scared or distressed. One such instance was when Skeletor attacked Eternos–Dree Elle, likely recalling a similar incident by the Horde, shrieked with enough power to bring everyone to their knees and shatter windows, and fled in tears. Despite his ears ringing, Orko quickly located her in the garden, and sat with her until she calmed down.
She asked him to take her medallion–which kept her magic working correctly on this world, much like Orko’s wand did before it broke–after that. Though honoring her request, he couldn’t help but be a little sad to see a Song Mage not want to sing. Still, he kept it in his music box, and entrusted the key to Adam.
It was a rainy day again. A light drizzle, but a rainy day nonetheless. Orko knew that he would find her sitting in the gazebo in the garden, watching the rain fall.
Everyone was busy today. Man-At-Arms received news of Skeletor doing something in the Mystic Mountains, so he, Adam, and Teela, along with some others, went out to investigate. The King and Queen were entangled in annoying politics. The staff had their duties to carry out. So, Orko had been studying and practicing magic in his chambers for half the day, before wondering how Dree Elle was doing.
He had thought about just teleporting into the gazebo, but the last time he did that, he startled her, and she fled to the bushes before she realized it was him. So, he went with the approach of floating through the rain with the intent of letting her see him. The now-wet wizard sat next to her, taking note of her wistful eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Dree snapped out of her trance, and glanced at him. “Just… missing Trolla.”
He understood that feeling all too well. He had been on Eternia for years now, and while he had come to appreciate his new home, sometimes he’d be struck with how much he missed his favorite food. The fishing fields that he’d frequent with his friend Squonge to catch fish. The feel of laying in soft, golden grass and smelling the flowers at his mother’s grave. The magic that flowed around his body like a gentle stream instead of crackling like lightning. The uncle that he could turn to for advice and comfort, who he so desperately wanted to hug again.
“Yeah. I miss it, too,” he said. “What do you miss about it?”
Dree Elle’s hands fidgeted. “The purple mountains that watched over my hometown. The meadows that I played in as a little girl. The herbs and flowers that my mother grew in the garden. The artifacts that my father carefully preserved in the vault…” She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. “My mother and father. My little brother and his mischief. My friends. The children I’d sing and read to. My teachers who taught me how to use my Song Magic.” She gave a low, sardonic chuckle. “Even the really annoying, snooty daughter of the mayor. Never thought I’d miss her and her insulting my plain dress.”
Orko blinked. “Hey, now, you look great in pink! And the purple hood, the purple undershirt sleeves, that purple… thing around your waist and hips…” He motioned his hands around his own hips to indicate what he was talking about. “Sorry, I don’t know clothing, but I still think you look good.” He thought of adding that her medallion would have tied the look together, but decided against it.
Dree giggled. “Thank you.” She sighed, looking back out at the garden. “I was just thinking of how these plants and the ones on Etheria were different from the ones back home, that triggered the homesickness.”
“What do Etherian plants look like?”
“Lots of pinks and purples. Plenty of greens and blues too, but the pink and purple catch your eye the most.” Her eyes scanned the garden before her. “So far, I’m seeing mostly green here. I never thought I’d see so much green in my life.”
Orko leaned back, holding himself up with his arms. “I know, right? I was surprised when I first came here. You learn that green plants are dead on Trolla, only to find it means they’re healthy here.”
“At least they’re lovely shades of green.”
Like your eyes, Orko thought. He always thought that green eyes were pretty, especially when it was a combo of a soft spring green sclera and a sparkling emerald iris. A girl would look at him with those and he’d be a puddle in an instant.
He looked up at the sky, realizing that he was staring at her eyes and wanting to avoid any implications. The guys were already teasing him about having a crush, and Man-At-Arms had pointed out that after what she had been through, she was likely not in the mood for that. She still needed a friend, though, and Orko was fine with that.
Looking over the walls and at the blue sky breaking through the clouds, he then thought of how Dree Elle wasn’t seeing much beyond Eternos. Granted, there was always Skeletor getting up to something, but the bonehead’s shenanigans were in the Mystic Mountains this time, so perhaps Orko ought to steal this chance to get her out of her comfort zone a little.
“Hey, Dree, you want to go on a flight?”
Dree turned to him, blinking. “A flight?”
Orko nodded, and floated off his seat. “You, me, exploring the countryside and the forest, seeing the farms and villages outside the city. Think of it as a little tour of the surrounding area, seeing how beautiful Eternia really is.”
Dree unrolled back into a standard seating position, her eyes shining with curiosity. However, after pondering a moment, fear crossed her eyes and she shrunk back. “Orko, what if those warmongers see us? What if they decide to take us prisoner, or worse?”
“Dree…” He took her hands. “It’s okay. They’re not home. At least, the bigshots aren’t. I’m sure the minions are just stuck at Snake Mountain, wondering what to do.” He chuckled at the thought, but quickly took a more serious tone. “Listen, we’re not going in that direction. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Just stick with me, and you’ll be alright, okay?”
Dree looked down at the floor, her eyes still filled with uncertainty. She took a simple glance upward at his eyes–those kind, confident, sweet golden eyes, telling her not to be afraid–and then at the golden ring symbol on his chest–a magical emblem exceptionally rare, earned by a very few worthy Trollans that could embody hope and light. With that little bit of faith, she nodded, and allowed herself to be lifted up.
Holding her hand, Orko flew out of the gazebo, up out of the garden, and took her to the break in the clouds. Dree’s heart raced as she looked down at the palace, getting smaller and smaller as the pair ascended. They entered the door that led to the clear skies above the clouds, and she gazed at how they rolled beneath them.
“I can’t see anything,” she deadpanned.
“Oh, I know… just thought I’d start off with…” Orko grabbed a piece of cloud and smashed it against his scarf, making him look as if he had a beard. “THIS!”
Dree’s free hand flew to her mouth and she giggled.
Orko grabbed more cloud with the tailends of his scarf, threw it on his head, and magicked it to the shape of a top hat. He tipped the hat, revealing his usual wizard hat, saying in a deeper voice, “How do you do, Madame?”
Dree laughed some more, covering her veiled face in an effort to contain herself. But it was difficult to do so when Orko kept shaping clouds into various hats, masks, and faces to bear resemblance to another something or someone. He even let go of her hand to mold clouds into muscles and a sword, and raising the sword up, he declared, “I am He-Man! The Most Powerful Man in the Universe!”
Between laughs, Dree scolded, “Poking fun at Eternia’s hero? Hahaha, shame on you!”
Orko laughed. “Don’t worry, he’s not uptight. I’m sure he’d find it funny.”
Then, as they flew forward, Orko started dipping in and out of the clouds, chattering and squawking like the sea birds of Trolla’s oceans, even shaping clouds around his arms to look like feathers, and that had Dree holding her gut in laughter. Beneath his scarf, Orko was grinning, enjoying the mirth that radiated from her.
He glanced ahead, and saw another break in the clouds. He let his cloud wings fly away, and said, “All right, enough of me fooling around, let me show you the countryside I promised.”
Dree’s laughter died down, and she saw the break. Her fears started crawling back to mind, but one look at Orko told her it was going to be okay. She took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
“All right, here we go!”
They fell into a graceful dive through the break, like a pair of falcons in a stoop. However, the Trollans were preferring an angle, circling each other in a dance as they descended down the sunbeam shining from it. The breeze ruffled their robes and the cool mist caressed their ears, but their eyes were still on each other, both not wanting to lose the other.
They pitched forward just meters from the ground, now flying through the meadows and farmland that surrounded them. Dree looked around, in awe of so much green. Orko waved to farmers tending their fields or ranchers tending their livestock, and even to children playing in the grass now that the sun was coming out.
They flew over a village, where the commoners were just going about their lives. Shopping for goods from farmers and merchants, children chasing each other around the streets, neighbors calling to each other from windows–it wasn’t unlike a scene back home. True, everyone was walking instead of floating, every building was embedded in the ground instead of half of them floating, and the colors of the town weren’t as vibrant, but both settings had ordinary people living ordinary lives, something that Dree Elle wished she had again. The two Trollans waved to the townsfolk, with some waving back.
Flying over the meadow, Orko sprinkled a little magic on the ground to invite flowers to bloom. Dree gasped at the flowers, enchanted by the colors that popped out of the green.
They flew into the forest, weaving through the trees but still making sure to keep each other in sight. Orko made more flowers bloom, and willed them to make confetti out of their petals. The trees joined in with shedding some of their leaves, and there seemed to be a sparkle in each sunbeam that broke through the canopy.
He pulled her to a tree with crazy roots that looked like a slide, and proceeded to slide down its slick, mossy surface. After they went through a loop and slid down the hill to a ramp at the end, they took flight again once it launched them back into the air.
They found themselves at a river. They followed it upstream, with Orko running his hand over it and creating a mist that bore a rainbow. Dree could never get why the rainbow’s arc curved upward instead of downward, but accepted it as another oddity of non-Trollan worlds.
She flinched when Orko hit his hand on a rock, yelping in pain, and had to retreat it from the water. He cradled the hand with a sheepish look in his eyes.
They startled various beasts along the way. Some brought to mind Cringer, though with fierce gazes unlike the timid tiger; some were more dog-like or bear-like. Some were horned and hoofed beasts, moaning in contentment as they grazed. Some were little primates, hooting and hollering at them. Snake-like Crawlers were hissing and crocodilian Garks were growling at them from the ground, unable to catch them due to their speed. Little bushtailed rodents were chittering, feasting upon nuts, and some even decided to toss some nuts Orko’s way, something he cursed at them for.
Small creatures, be they mammal, reptilian, avian, or insect, scattered, sensing the magic from Orko and deciding to flee rather than deal with him. Dree could hear chirps and squawks and caws from the branches, and she noticed that the culprits were birds. So many fascinating creatures, though she still stuck close to Orko, having seen some of the predators.
They burst from the forest to a small lake, nestled by a cliff and being fed by a waterfall. The lake shimmered in the sunlight, and fish jumped from the water, reminding Dree of the ocean birds that did the same on Trolla.
The pair ascended the waterfall, both running their hands through the white water. There were more rainbows to behold on the way up, and both their clothes were getting damp from the mist.
They made it to the top of the waterfall with a leap and created a rainbow of their own. Laughter erupted from them both as they were wrapped up in their joy. They found a nice branch on a nearby tree to sit on, and stared ahead at the lush, green landscape ahead. The forest, the river, the meadows, the fields… all of it was breathtaking, up to the shining city of Eternos in the distance.
Orko heaved out a deep breath. “Whew! That was quite the flight, wasn’t it?”
Dree nodded. “I’ll say. I don’t think I noticed how tired I was getting.” She beamed at the view before her. “There’s just so much to take in.”
“Heh, yeah.”
Realizing that the tree bore fruit and recognizing the fruit as something safe, Orko plucked a large one, cracked it on the branch, and handed one half to Dree. “Here, have some. It tastes a lot like an egnaro.”
Dree took the half offered to her, broke off a piece, and slipped it under her veil and into her mouth. Chewing it, she hummed and squeaked in delight.
“Good, huh?”
“Mm-hm!”
“That’s good.” Orko leaned back, watching the rain clouds roll away into the distance. He picked a good day to explore and view the countryside, especially for Dree Elle to see. This spot in particular was beautiful, in contrast to some of the uglier sides of Eternia, such as the volcanic fields around Snake Mountain, the barren Sands of Time, or the Tar Swamps he first found himself in.
That brought him back to his first days here, how scared and alone he felt after going through a harrowing experience. How after the worst day of his life, he didn’t have his uncle to turn to anymore. How the nightmares plagued him and how he bottled emotions up so as to not be a burden. How nothing made sense anymore, how his magic wasn’t working right, how he found himself scrutinized by every eye, both curious and judgmental, that did not know who or what he was, or whether he was good or evil. He counted himself lucky that he found the Royal Family and earned their good will by saving the prince.
But the loneliness of being the only Trollan on Eternia had still weighed on him.
“Orko?”
His ears perked up when she turned to him.
“Thank you. This was wonderful.”
Seeing the way her eyes beamed at him warmed his heart. She was in a difficult place herself, not too different from the turmoil he felt when he first came, though in some ways worse, given her ordeal in the Horde. But in some other ways, it was better, for there was a fellow Trollan to help her adjust to a strange new world while the wounds healed.
Hopefully, the Song Mage would someday have the will to sing again.
#masters of the universe#motu#orko#dree elle#fanfiction#oneshot#lyssa writes#i need a tag for this au
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notes on the owl house, season 1
was gonna do a sequence of liveblogs but then??? i got really into it??? so i guess the most important tl;dr is that yes lesbians you were right this time
S01E01
*watches first scene, where a single brown mother gives her kid a brochure for Conformity Camp with a cartoonish image of a child being crowded into a box, when her kid has already been established as being comically and cartoonishly imaginative, while a flock of doves fly into the air spelling out the words THIS IS A JOKE PLEASE DO NOT MAKE A DISCOURSE ABOUT THIS*
*pauses episode*
*gently and reverently rests finger on screen* a discourse happened here
i knew that Wendie Malick voices Eda before i started and thought i'd properly girded my loins and yet every time she opens her mouth i think she's gonna tell Luz she's punishing Luz for being alive
S01E03: gotta say i'm appreciative of this show's policy of "NO BOYS ALLOWED" unless the boys are the LITTLEST GUYS IN THE WORLD in which case "SON BOY ALLOWED"
S01E05
it's weird that the Adora in this show has Catra's haircut
wait
siSTER???
i guess kudos for subverting my expectations but between this and Frozen what is it with Disney properties courting the Incest Yay people
was the thought that since Eda and Lilith are Old(tm) it wouldn't happen this time because. uhhhhhh
i guess since Catradora was NebulaGamora you could argue Dana Terrace was just returning the trope to old familial roots??? bah i'm not gonna think about this anymore. Lilith def cursed Eda tho
spotted: Amity Blight and her best frenemy Luz Noceda dueling over the last open spot to the Magic Yale welcome luncheon!!!! xoxo GossipWitch
S01E07
not only does Amity have siblings her siblings are VEX AND VAX??? what is happening
Amity: you're a bully Luz!!!! i would know, because i call myself that in the mirror every morning!!!! not because i'm self aware though. it's to pump me up for another day of Bratz the Movie level shenanigans
wow this enemies-to-lovers is turning around fast. i was expecting Amity to at least girlboss if not gaslight but she barely got to gatekeep before being all "i guess :) we both learned something today :)"
yes Amity Luz accidentally hurting your precarious sense of self once is definitely the same as you tormenting Willow for years
S01E12
oh i've seen this Steven Universe episode.
*sees the monster* and so have the storyboarders
why is everyone so mean to Hooty :(
seriously tho i get having one person in the friend group that everyone inexplicably dislikes is a comedy standard or whatever but. it feels out of place for a show that otherwise bellows "it's great to be weird!!!" from the rooftops
Hooty never did nothing to nobody!!! except be all powerful and occasionally asking to be included in shenanigans
on the other hand given King's design they had to work REALLY hard for me to dislike him, but wow! it's definitely paid off, he's the worst
this is the third episode in a row where King's plot is that he has to learn a lesson about not being Disney-brand-selfish and i know this didn't happen but i'm suddenly imagining the world where he eventually takes over as the main character and The Owl House became Disney's answer to Teen Titans Go
S01E13: okay fine King reaching Todd Chavez levels of shenanigans in this episode was good. he can stay
S01E14: MAYBE THEY SHOULD CALL IT SHAPESHIFT LAND. BECAUSE IT'S A LAND WHERE YOU GO TO SHAPESHIFT
S01E15
can i just say that. naming a powerful-but-overlooked witch--who is the BFF to the main character, who thrives on both a) The Hubris and b) The Resentment--Willow is. well no harm in wearing your influence on your sleeve i guess
she does plant magic! it's not like they could have called her Glimmer
i can't believe Amity was made to end her friendship with Willow by CAITLIN GLASS'S SHADOW LAUGHING ON A WALL
*Amity pulls on Skara's invitation like she's gonna rip it apart* NO AMITY THAT'S AN ACTUAL BUTTERFLY
Amity: i'm not actually gonna rip it because it's a real butterfly, but you get the gesture, right?
me: ...fine. FINE
>:(
*watches Amity release the butterfly invitation as a symbol of overcoming her past self* wow. trans Amity confirmed
all the Blight kids are trans actually the twins transed and nobody even made a fuss bc their parents are terrible and Amity is a fourteen year old with youngest most specialest child syndrome
S01E16
Amity: i can't fight my worst fear because it's SO EMBARASSING
me: Amity if it's the one where you fail a test and then your mother shows up and calls you fat i guarantee everyone in school has already guessed
i guess we're just getting everybody's mommy issues huh
Luz's greatest flaw is how hard she commits to the bit, truly the ADHD representation we need
like it has literally not occurred to her that she could change course with what to tell Camila at any time. she chose her path and it's the only one for her now forever
oh Amity's greatest fear isn't even the obvious mom thing!! it's that Luz might turn her down!!! that's so fucking stupid Amity never ever change
S01E17
the recurring potshots at JoRane's intellectual property this season sure are.
this was produced and came out during the years she went public about losing her fucking mind, so like. everyone had to deal with it in the way they felt was appropriate. i'm not really out to judge the exact timbre of one's response so long as said response does not align with her bigotry, and i sympathize with the petty joy of belittling something owned by somone hateful, especially if that something once meant a lot to you...
i guess i'm just not super comfortable with it because a) you're still picking at a wound even if you end up making funny shapes out of the scabs, b) these hot takes are about general magic-school tropes but often are so specifically about her it feels like we're giving her credit for creating them, and c) owning her like this feels like an opiate when the real issue isn't that her fictional society is founded on 11 year olds taking one uquiz, or that the fake sport she made up is hideously unbalanced, it's that she's...the leader of hate group
all of which are misgivings i have about the Disney Corporation as well and i get that people don't watch this show to be REMINDED that we live in a society, so like. whatever i'm gonna stop talking about this
that Amity sure is gay amirite! she went from "mostly bormal about her obvious crush" to "Jodie Foster at the Golden Globes" in the span of one episode
S01E18
wow!!! Hooty saved everyone's bacon by being all-powerful. thank you Hooty sorry your squatters just take you for granted
oh hey Hordak
the fact that Willow and Gus immediately figured out what Luz was up to because of the helpful diagrams she drew for her non-plan is just so. i'm love them, actually
LILITH??? cursed Eda???? what an unexpected turn of events
okay yes Eda sacrificing her soul to her chronic illness for Luz provoked some genuine emotion from my flinty irreverent heart
it was just the emotional climax of Brave with a Last Agni Kai color scheme but hey i cry during the emotional climax of Brave, so
S01E19
is King...not sad his momowner is about to die??? i get that Luz is the focus here but it's weird that he's not even a little bit distraught
um
Lilith
oh my god what
what????
you really think someone would do that??? just ESTABLISH A FASCIST STATE AND TELL LIES????
Lilith how the fuck did you become the head of the secret police when you're like THIS
MINDWIPED WILLOW HAD MORE DEDUCTIVE SKILLS, LILITH
i thought there'd be SOME fascist ideology buy-in like cursing Eda made her scared of Power without Discipline or something but she's...only here??? because this one thing Hordak said he'd do???? HE DIDN'T EVEN PINKIE SWEAR LILITH
like yes yes i know. "cop older sister fails upwards and yikes her way into defending her genocidal boss" I KNOW the only way she could be more my type is if she had dyed her hair white, but i can't pay attention to any of that bc i'm too distracted by the logic-defying stupidity
Lilith when you ditched your glasses for your Goth makeover did you just. never get contacts??? because the only reason i can think of for even you blithely sailing past every red flag is that you were literally too blind to see them
i just
i can't believe i thought Winter Schnee was the purest encapsulation of "in my defense your honor i really am the dumbest bitch alive" when Lilith was there all along
i guess her existence is a powerful statement that MILFs can be morons too
*Luz confronting Lilith and displaying a level of anger that's probably supposed to be unsettling* oh my god Luz YES GET HER PUT HER OUT OF HER FUCKING MISERY
Lilith: i just don't understand why even after i've restrained and assaulted them no one believes i just want to have a civil conversation :(
tHIRTY YEARS????
like yes okay i'm sure there are some profound implications here we can draw about grooming and abuse and sunk cost fallacies but i just
Lilith: i was on the fence about cursing my sister, but when i asked for the Emperor's advice he said "god forbid women do anything."
Luz:
Lilith: i'm realizing now that was bad advice. and that he probably meant it in a different, even worse way than how i interpreted it.
but don't worry gang! her solution to fixing all the evil she's been complicit in is to...uh, continue being complicit in the evils! it's the best way to ensure that the incredibly specific scenario that befell Eda and herself will never!!! happen!!! again!!!
quick Lilith, Hordak just ensnared you in tentacles! this is a perfect opportunity for you to show exactly how you're going to prevent "~this" from ever happening ag--oh she's gone
Eda, finding out Lilith didn't actually mean to curse her forever and this was all her sister's incredibly weird way to make amends: what kind of fucking mORON--wait actually this makes perfect sense
Eda honey obviously i love you for trying to shield your sister and petson from petrification but i don't think Lilith noticed you did that
given the established buffer speed of her brain i'm not sure she's even put together that the owlbeast and her sister are the same person
okay okay i'll move on
:') Luz you brave darling sunflower you've never done anything wrong ever in your life and i'm glad you committing to the bit saved the day, even if it came at such a high price
not sure you'll be taking home the coveted gold for Committing to the Bit tho, now that your witch-aunt has revealed herself as the undisputed champion of Blindly Committing to the Bit for the thirtieth consecutive ye--OKAY YES WE'RE NOT BEATING THIS DEAD HORSE ANYMORE
because i do want to take this show seriously, and nothing demonstrates "i'm gonna take responsibility for my own actions now" better than using your literal body to bear some of the harm you inflicted on others. it's a very nice way to bring their relationship full circle, and it resonates with other instances when characters are forced to stop defining themselves by outside standards and embrace what they're already good at.
(and what Lilith is good at is soothing the pain of others via self-harm! which i think is the point the Helen's-Type-Generator starts emitting confetti and oily black smoke)
is this the first instance of magic having a cost or rebound in this world? beyond "whew i did a lot of magic today, i'm tired?" hm
Dana Terrace really went "i'm gonna give the whump enthusiasts everything they want" with this trope huh
Going Forward
yes i liked it yes i know the second season is more heavily serialized yes i will watch that soon
this did make me think about how all seriality in TV these days seem to be about building up to one series-wide showdown as opposed to different seasons having their own mytharcs, but that has less to do with this show specific and more with the death of television as a medium and we ain't got time for that
given how much my exposure to this show beforehand was Lumity (to the point where i wasn't sure there were other characters besides Eda) i'm...kinda surprised at how sparse Amity's presence was in this season. i liked what we did see of her, but i went in expecting a lot more antagonism for a lot longer in that dynamic
but i guess that's tied in with this season not having much in the way of antagonism until the very end, and not-Hordak seems to be the only one actually invested in his whole world order. we don't have any sympathetic true believers, which I assumed would be Lilith and/or Amity? i guess neither Shadow Weaver nor Catra really gave a shit about the Horde's ideology either, but Shadow Weaver remained an unrepentant ball of spite until the end and it didn't really matter that Catra didn't give a shit about the Horde because the Horde was the only thing she knew. in contrast Amity and Lilith's ties to the existing system feel very shallow--in the latter case so much so it kind of boggles my willing suspension of disbelief?
i suppose the next season can change that, i know new characters get introduced so--
oh wait is that what's gonna happen to the bad sad twink
i've only seen his armor but given how many AO3 fics seem to be about him i'm just gonna assume that he's a bad sad twink
wait can i call someone a twink when he's probably in his early teens like the rest of the cast?
is there discourse about this i hope not
don't make me break out the flock of doves
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Catradora 10 👌🏼
Something special for you with this one. A fic I started years ago that never really found it's footing, but I loved the start of it and it works for the prompt
It's a long one lol
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(desperately)
Mornings were the hardest for Catra.
They were too quiet. Too simple. There was too much time to think and wait for the rest of the world to wake up. Sure, it didn’t help that she was always up before the rest of the castle, but sleep was hard enough for her to come by without doing it after the sun rose.
She could find ways to pass the time. Whether it be brushing through her ever frustrating hair - she really needed a new brush - or going over the countless reports from lands all over Etheria, the busywork never stopped.
Still it was too quiet. The world had become so quiet the last few years. So empty and lacking. She knew why, she thought about why every single day - but to sit and actually let herself ponder why the world was so much...sadder now. That just wasn’t something she could do, because she might never recover if she did.
Fortunately, this was one of her easier mornings, exercise was great for keeping her focused and clear, at least long enough for everyone else to catch up to her.
Taking a deep breath, Catra tied her hair back in a ponytail and knelt down on the ground. She planted her hands against the soft mat and pressed her weight against them. From there, she lifted her legs up off the ground, using the wall to walk up before finally shifting so that her legs were upright above her.
Catra liked workouts like this. They were simple and all body weight, but they helped her stretch and breathe. She’d learned them from King Micah, who had apparently done them on Beast Island for years in order to deal with the trauma of being alone and hunted pretty much every day.
There was a negative thought for everything when it came to Catra, and Beast Island was no different. She’d sent Entrapta there for no reason other than spite and despite an accepted apology, Catra never really felt she had earned that forgiveness.
“Not the time,” she said to herself, her words strained as she spread her legs in an upside down split and slowly switched them back and forth.
Thirty or so minutes later, Catra had worked up a decent sweat. The sun was finally starting to find it’s way over the horizon. If she wasn’t working harder to stop talking to herself so much, she’d mock the sun for being lazy.
The rest of Catra’s morning was spent showering and making herself breakfast. Little things like that were her own and most of the kitchen staff knew not to bother her when she came in to cook. She enjoyed it, it was one of the few things that stuck when she was first adjusting to life outside of the Fright Zone.
Cooking was relaxing, she enjoyed the challenge without anything actually being life or death - despite what Glimmer said of her first few meals.
Catra rarely cooked for the group, and even when she did it was never a highly requested thing. Sometimes, she just wanted to. She liked doing things that made her friends happy - as strange as that might sound to someone who knew her.
Today though, she just needed food. A few pieces of sausage and a barely cooked egg.
She sat in the large dining room area, all by herself, and this was when she finally let her mind wander.
Mornings like this used to belong to them. In fact, it was Adora’s fault that Catra woke up this early now. When they were first adjusting to their new relationship, one of the big bonding experiences Adora wanted to do was working out together in the morning. They’d spar, go running and hiking. Sometimes they would workout without even leaving the bed.
With how busy they always were, mornings were the best time for the two of them to really enjoy one another without any interruptions.
Perhaps mornings were the time of day she missed Adora the most. Until the next hour passed and she missed her even more.
Her day would go on, as it always did, but the back of her mind was reserved for missing the love of her life. She would never let that go. Even if the only thing she had left of Adora was pain, she would hold onto that feeling with everything she had.
Not every day was this simple - there were some that Catra could barely survive. Those days were filled with frustration and anger, regret and a feeling of worthlessness at a promise unkept.
She fought, for so long, and searched every inch of this planet and as far into the stars as she could. If she were being honest, she’d probably never stop searching entirely. Even if they had declared Adora MIA, held a massive service in her honor, Catra would never fully accept it.
Despite that, at a certain point she had to find some semblance of peace. It was the only way her life would properly be able to continue.
If she messed up the life that Adora helped her rebuild, that would feel like as big of a failure as anything else.
When the door to the dining room opened, Catra cast a glance towards the entrance as Glimmer slowly made her way inside.
“Morning, Sparkles.” Catra said. Glimmer still had slippers on and her hair was all over the place.
She stepped up right beside Catra and rested her head on Catra’s shoulder. “Morning,” Glimmer mumbled. “Can I?”
Catra chuckled before picking up a piece of sausage and holding it up to Glimmer. “Go for it.”
She took a bite, humming in delight at the greasy treat before grabbing the rest of it and ruffling Catra’s hair. Glimmer sat down next to her, resting heavily on her elbows as she took another bite. Catra finished her egg before pushing her plate aside and keeping a steady eye on Glimmer.
“If only the masses could see their glorious Queen this early in the morning.”
This earned Catra a glare. She credited that as a victory. It was hard to get anything out of Glimmer this early in the morning. “You just remember who hands out assignments. I’ll have you picking flowers with Perfuma and Scorpia for the next month.”
“Please, you’ve got Mermistahawk and Frosta coming this week. You need me here.”
Glimmer rolled her eyes. “I really wish you’d stop combining people’s names.”
“It’s more efficient.”
“It’s more something…”
“Yes,” Catra stood up and grabbed her plate. “Efficient.” She found a nearby guard and handed her dish to him. He looked at it with a bit of indignation, but she just gestured it towards him even more. “Take this to the kitchen. I have to escort the Queen to her chamber.” The guard huffed and glanced over at Glimmer who was still slumped against the table trying to wake up. When he looked back at Catra, she practically put the plate in his hand. “Thanks.” She said, turning back as she heard the guard walk away.
“That was mean.”
Catra shrugged. “I have to maintain some of my old reputation. Can’t have people thinking I’m soft.”
“You are soft,” Glimmer said, reaching out and pressing her hand blindly against Catra’s cheek. “See,” she rubbed up and down, nearly poking Catra in the eye twice. “Soft.”
“Will you stop,” Catra grabbed Glimmer’s hand and held it away from her face. “Your boy’s gonna get jealous if he sees you in here cradling my face.”
“Pfft,” Glimmer scoffed. “Like you have a shot.”
“I totally could, you’re just lucky I’ve never pulled out the charm on you.”
This made Glimmer laugh. “Oh yes, that classic Catra charm. Is that the part where you yell at everyone? Or maybe when you climb up the trees on missions because you don’t want to hang out with any of us anymore?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re all insufferable.” She let Glimmer’s hand go and decided to take a more direct approach and pulled her chair away from the table so she couldn’t lean against it. “Come on, we’ve got a day to start, your majesty.”
“Don’t sass the Queen, I’m going through my routine.”
Catra grabbed both of Glimmer’s hands and pulled her to her feet. It took some effort, but she got her there. “The Queen’s routine cannot be falling asleep in her massive dining room.”
“Fine,” Glimmer rolled her eyes before wrapping her arms around Catra and suddenly they were teleporting.
The next thing Catra knew, she was standing just outside the meeting room. “Sparkles, don’t you -”
“Wait here while I go change and wake up Bow.”
“You can’t just…” Glimmer teleported away. “Keep...doing this…” Catra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before pushing open the two large doors to their strategy room.
The room itself was intimidating when it was empty. Tall ceilings and ridiculously large chairs surrounded a long, oval shaped table. Everything about it screamed strength. The strength of the kingdom. The strength of the Princess Alliance and a symbol of everything they’d all been through.
Unfortunately, a little bit of that intimidation was lost when you looked a little closer. Because that’s when you could see how disorganized everything was. How each chair was clustered together in one spot because the few monitors they actually needed to look at were in the same place.
Not to mention Bow’s figures, so many figures. Catra fought like hell not to have one but in the end she lost. There was literally no situation where she could beat a princess. Most of them were usually scattered on the table from previous meetings.
Catra wasn’t sure how it happened, it always seemed to happen when she was here alone, but she found her way to where the figures were stored. Most of them were broken, and had long since been replaced. Some were for people they’d defeated - Catra would never understand why so much work was put into their enemies.
Then there was the one separated from the rest. When broken ones were discarded, nobody dared put them near her.
For a while, Catra had stolen away Adora’s figure. It was silly and thinking back on it now it made her feel like an idiot, but she kept it on her nightstand and used it as a way to see Adora every morning.
Picking it up, she held it gently and ran her thumb over Adora’s face. She missed her, so much that it hurt every single day. Missing Adora was like fighting a disease, it consumed her every thought and if she wasn’t focused entirely on something else, she could lose herself in the pain.
There were moments where Catra let it take her completely, because it was the one time she could feel close to Adora again. She hoped that one day, she would be able to look at this figure and smile - thinking back to all the memories they had together.
Unfortunately, that day hadn’t come and if Catra couldn’t imagine a time it ever would.
The day Adora vanished was a mark on all of them. It happened so suddenly, on such a random day during a seemingly innocent mission. Adora had left the day earlier on a mission, taking only Entrapta and a few of Bright Moon’s guards onto Mara’s ship with her. They’d been there before, and everything had gone so smoothly.
The people were friendly and welcoming. They seemed to accept these newcomers with open arms - embracing the gift of magic that was offered to them.
Then Mara’s ship returned. Two of the four guards were missing and Entrapta was so hidden away in her own head that everyone knew she’d been through something traumatic.
Catra, Glimmer and Bow launched the rescue party, because that’s what they did. If something bad happened to one of them, the others set out to save them.
Except when they returned to those coordinates, everything was gone. There was no planet, there was no sign that any life had resided in that section of the universe for centuries. It was nothing but stars and quiet darkness.
There was no Adora there to save.
That was almost two years ago, and every day since, Catra woke up with no idea what had happened to the girl she loved more than anything else.
Carefully, Catra laid Adora’s figure back where she’d found it. She couldn’t do this today, at least not right now. They had scheduling to plan and things to prepare for - if she broke down this early in the morning her whole day would be wasted.
By the time Bow and Glimmer finally arrived, Catra was almost asleep as she sat at the table waiting.
“You two get caught up making out or something? I’ve been here for hours!”
Glimmer rolled her eyes and Bow blushed. “You’ve been here for ten minutes at most and why are you sitting in my spot?”
“Most important person goes to the head of the table, and since today is strategy day I’m pretty sure I’m the most important person at the table.”
Glimmer teleported right next to her, swatting at Catra’s feet perched up on the table. “This is the Queen’s chair. See the crown on top of the chair? That represents the Queen. Me - your Queen.”
“Hey Bow,” Catra opted not to answer Glimmer, only because it made her so cranky and that was fun. “Did you see the new weapons shipment we got from Entraptadak this week?”
Glimmer groaned.
“Yes! They’re incredible!” Bow’s eyes lit up like the stars. “I mean I know I only really specialize in arrows, but a battle axe that you can also use as a boomerang? I have to learn how to use it!”
“I can teach you, I’m pretty good with an axe.” Her smugness was diminished a lot when Glimmer had had enough and teleported her to her usual seat, making her legs slam into the ground when there was no longer a table to support them. “Hey!”
“Oh hush,” Glimmer said as she sat down in her seat. “Also that axe Entrapta sent over weighs more than you do.”
Catra glared at her. “It does not, I’ve put on a lot of muscle lately.” Bow and Glimmer shared a look. Catra hated it when Bow and Glimmer shared that look. “I have!” Another look - Catra was ready to start swinging. “Fine, tell you what. How about you and I have a contest.” She pointed at Bow. “Sparkles, you can be in on this too if you want.”
“I don’t.”
“We’ll see which one of us can throw Entraptadak’s new axe the furthest. The loser has to climb to the top of Sunnyside mountain and scream as loudly as they can how much stronger the other person is than them.”
Glimmer groaned loudly. “We are the leaders of Etheria, not children. Bow you can’t…”
“Deal!” Bow raced over and extended his hand. Catra shook it and that was as good as a signed contract. She also made sure to squeeze his hand just a little harder to let him know just how strong she was.
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The second part of Catra’s day was simple enough. Once all the meetings and pleasantries had passed, Glimmer usually gave everyone the afternoon off if they were in Bright Moon and not on mission.
For Catra, that meant sparring.
She and Bow were going hard today, she could tell as soon as the sessions started that he was in a mood and Catra had no problem reaching that level.
It was fun. It was the best way the two of them could have possibly bonded. They were very different people on all fronts, but when it came to fighting, both of them enjoyed the back and forth. The strategy of each moment.
Today, Catra was feeling extra feisty and when Bow was suddenly behind her, arms around her waist and trying to lift her off the ground, she had something for him.
Bow was bigger and stronger, but Catra had always had balance on her side. So when he lifted her, she let him, in a lot of ways, she helped him. As his back rocked, she used that moment to lurch forward, building up as much momentum as she could and wrapping her feet around his thighs. He squealed as his legs were suddenly falling out from under him, and over-corrected forward.
From there, Catra rolled, taking Bow with her and once he was on his back, she bounced onto her feet. He was quick to stand, but Catra was already moving to her next attack. She jumped, her legs wrapping around his head and as she threw her weight backwards, she tried to flip him over.
Unfortunately, his strength was too much and he held her upside down. He then pulled her up and Catra used her momentum to slide down his back, hooking her legs under his arms and using all of her strength to pull him onto his back.
The impact he made when his shoulders hit the mat caused an audible grunt.
“One!” Catra shouted when he couldn’t get up fast enough. She let him go, watching him roll onto his stomach and stare up at her. “Nice job on the catch. For someone as strong as you are it’s a shame you can’t grow that tough guy beard you’re trying so hard for.”
“I’ll have you know that my beard is coming in exactly as planned.” Catra raised a brow at him. “In...most places.”
She extended her hand and he quickly accepted and let her pull him up. “Maybe you could ask Sea Hawk for some tips. He seems like the expert on ridiculous mustaches.”
“Pfft! I wish!” Bow waved her off like she was crazy. “His mustache is a genetic anomaly. It’s naturally shiny! I could never grow anything like that.”
“I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing.” Catra picked up the staff she’d been using at the start of their spar. More often than not, the weapons were discarded for a more direct approach. “You wanna go again?”
“Would if I could, but I promised Glimmer I’d help decorate the ballroom for Princess Frosta’s arrival. Eighteenth birthday parties are a big deal and while I’m not entirely sure why Glimmer agreed to be the one to throw her a party, I have to do everything I can to help.”
Catra rolled her eyes. “She agreed because Frosta looks up to her like she hung the moon in the sky, and Sparkles wants to make sure that relationship stays that way for the rest of her life.”
“Well whatever the reason, she needs help and I’m nothing if not loyal to my girl!” Bow posed, because he did that a lot, but then Catra noticed his frown. “Are...you...what are you gonna do today?”
“Not sure, probably clean up here. I do sleep here so I don’t really want it smelling like sweat and your hair spray.”
He looked around the room, a wrinkle in his nose. “You know, we have a lot of bedrooms, with actual beds. You don’t have to sleep in the training room.”
“First of all, your training room has the best view of the stars because apparently someone thought the training room needed a glass roof. Secondly, there’s a sparkly, cascading waterfall that makes great noise for helping me sleep and third, I don’t really like beds. Too soft. Give me a cluster of blankets in the corner on the floor and I’m good.”
Bow smiled, not the bright one he usually had, but much softer. “I understand.” She knew he probably did. “See you at dinner tonight? We’re having noodles!” It amazed her how fast Bow could go from warm and understanding to doing his noodle dance.
“I’ll be there,” Catra planted her hand in his chest. “Now go before I take you down again.”
“Noodles!” He kept dancing as he walked out of the training room. Catra couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
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“What are we staring at?”
Catra jumped just a little, she didn’t realize how lost she’d been in her own thoughts. “What?” She turned to see King Micah come up beside her. “No offense your majesty, but you scared the crap out of me.”
He let out a hearty chuckle. “My apologies, but I just assumed there was something incredible out this window. You’ve been standing here for at least ten minutes.”
“I wish,” Catra let out a heavy sigh. “I guess I’ve just been in my own head a lot today.”
Micah nodded. “Sounds like you’re ready for your next mission.”
“It would be nice to get out of here for a while.” Catra felt her chest tighten. She couldn’t explain it, but tonight had been particularly hard. “I keep thinking about her.” Opening up to Micah was easier than pretty much anyone else in her life. Perfuma might be the only other person she could talk to, but that always felt more like a feelings professional trying to help a feelings novice.
“I would be more surprised if you weren’t.” He said. “Given how strongly you love her.” Maybe that was why Catra liked talking to Micah so much. He never spoke of Adora in a past tense. “Any reason in particular that you’re mind is with her so much today?”
Catra let out a broken laugh. “None that I can say to anyone without sounding crazy.”
“You’ve sounded fairly crazy every day since I’ve met you.”
“Hey,” she swatted him with her tail. “You know I’m best friends with the Queen. I could have you exiled for stuff like that.” He smiled at her, but didn’t respond. He was still waiting for her to answer his question. “I just…” Catra refocused out the window. “It’s just like...I can feel her more today. Which makes no sense. I’ve always had a sense for Adora. I could always find her. Always knew where she was and if she was okay. Even when we were against each other, the reason I could compete so well with her was because I knew what she was feeling.”
“And what do you feel today?”
Her tail was swaying back and forth, so much so she was tempted to reach behind her and stop it. “Like she’s nearby.” Catra said, her voice shaking a bit. It felt even stranger to say it out loud. “Which I know is impossible. We lost her in space and still Glimmer sent out dozens of search parties all over the planet.” Catra ran a hand through her hair in frustration. This was why she didn’t like to talk about it. “If I had just gone with her then maybe I could have...done something.”
King Micah placed a hand on her back. “Or perhaps we would have lost you as well.”
She didn’t have the heart to tell him that even if she knew that were the case, she still would have gone with Adora. The people here cared about her and she genuinely felt the same - but none of them were Adora and none of them could fill that void in her heart.
It was the biggest regret of Catra’s life - and she had a lot of them. They had become so comfortable in their new lives that she didn’t even think twice when Adora mentioned a quick trip to a planet they’d already been to for a random call for assistance.
Catra had her own work to do, she was planning a trip with Bow and they were going to Dryl to check out some new equipment and it was just so...simple.
Not in her wildest dreams could she have imagined what would happen.
“Would you care to meditate with me for a bit before sunfall?” She knew his worry would only grow if she declined.
“It would make Perfuma happy to hear I’ve mediated when she wasn’t here to make me.”
Micah chuckled. “It’s good to keep her happy, she’s rather terrifying when she loses her cool.”
“Plus she can strangle you with plants.”
“Catra!” A sudden cry made both of them jump. Turning, they saw Bow racing towards them. “Catra!” Something about his voice, his face and the look in his eyes - she knew. “We just,” he took a breath.” Got a message from the Kingdom of Snows.” Another breath, Catra was ready to scream at him. “Something...crash landed there. There was a pod from a ship, but not like anything we have.”
“They what?!” Catra jumped forward, grabbing hold of the collar of his shirt. “Adora?” She wasn’t prepared for her voice to break, it hurt her throat and suddenly her vision was blurred. She knew she’d felt something.
“There was nobody at the crash site but...it’s something. Glimmer wants to go and investigate and…”
Catra let him go and didn’t bother listening to the rest of the story - she just let her feet carry her to Glimmer as fast as they could.
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Catra was using every single ounce of her energy to try and convince herself not to get her hopes up. It was too absurd - there was no way Adora found her way back home. She told herself this over and and over again the entire trip to the Kingdom of Snows.
Still, every time she thought it, another voice in the back of her head was there to remind her that this was Adora. Adora, who always seemed to find a way to do the unthinkable.
The ride was so quiet, all three of them lost in their own thoughts. They’d left so fast, Catra barely had time to grab her jacket and snow boots. She hated these boots, hated any kind of shoe really, but they wouldn’t be living it up in Frosta’s castle, they would be traversing the snowy nothingness that protected her kingdom.
Glimmer and Bow had been just as quiet as she was - both of them only talking occasionally and mostly it was just Glimmer giving directions to their driver and the few guards they’d brought along with them.
Now they were here, walking up to the front entrance of Frosta’s castle, and Catra’s nerves were completely frayed.
She did what was best for her in this kind of situation. She followed Glimmer and Bow and let them do all the talking and just waited for them to turn her loose.
The castle was more frantic than it should be, Catra could tell that from the moment they stepped inside. Guards and people were racing to various places, it seemed like everyone within the walls was awake at a time they shouldn’t be.
If Adora was out there, somewhere, then there was no doubt Frosta had her people searching.
“Princess Frosta!” Glimmer’s voice echoed off the tall ceilings of the throne room. “Have you learned anything else?”
Frosta stood from her throne, waving a guard over with her. “We’ve covered as much ground as we could - we haven’t found anything yet.” The guard opened up a map he was holding and Catra immediately took it from him.
“Hey!” Frosta shouted, but Catra didn’t care.
“What do you see?” Glimmer asked.
Catra studied it, they’d been circling the perimeter around where the escape pod was found - expanding the circle more and more with each party. “We need to get to that pod.” Catra said, still clutching the map. “If we get there, maybe…” She wanted to berate herself for feeling hope again. “Maybe I can pick up her scent and track her.”
“We’ve called off the searches tonight, there’s a blizzard coming and it’s too dangerous.”
“No!” Catra sniped, a growl in her voice. “If there’s a blizzard and she’s out there then we can’t just leave her!”
“Easy, Catra.” Bow placed a hand on her shoulder, Catra shrugged it off.
“You can send out a search party if you want or stay here and wait out the storm. Regardless, I’m taking one of your vehicles and I’m going out to look for her.”
Frosta’s eyes narrowed - she and Catra never really got along. “You are a guest in my kingdom.”
“Adora is my…” Catra stopped herself, there was no end to that sentence. “Princess Frosta, please, I have waited almost two years for anything even remotely close to this. If she’s out there, you have to let me go find her.”
“Us,” Glimmer corrected, making Catra’s ear flick backwards. “Frosta, I know this is your kingdom, but it’s Adora. If you want to keep your people safe, that’s fine, but we have to go. The walls of your castle might crumble if you make us stay here all night.”
Catra kept her focus on Frosta, ready to fight if she had to. It didn’t matter if Frosta was the most powerful Princess on Etheria, Catra would fight for this nonetheless.
Frosta seemed like she was already tired of being told no and it had only happened twice so far. She pinched the bridge of her nose, her head shaking from side to side. “Fine. If you three are stupid enough to go out there in this kind of weather, go ahead.”
“We totally are.” Bow said, almost proudly.
“Then take a couple of our Snow Saddles and follow the map to the pod. You can take a set of camping supplies if you want, but if you die out there you’d better not haunt my kingdom!”
Glimmer had a big smile on her face and hugged Frosta. “I promise we won’t.”
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When Bow covered up his waist, you knew it was cold. That was the case tonight as all three of them were wearing the heaviest coats they owned. Thanks to her fur, Catra was the best off. Glimmer had enough gear on to keep a small village warm and Bow...well Bow was suffering a little.
Still, they found themselves riding on a pair of snowmobiles, Glimmer and Bow sharing one and Catra on her own. Catra was out in front, trying not to move too fast to lose Bow in the storm, but all she could focus on was how cold and awful it was and that Adora might be out there somewhere.
Adora...might be out there? It didn’t seem real to even think about it. She was trying, as best as she could, to not get her hopes up. Logic and reason and years of disappointment in the world had taught her to never let herself feel too hopeful.
Yet, she couldn’t shake that feeling she’d had since she woke up this morning. She just felt like Adora was close, more so than she had since they lost her. A part of her was afraid that it was a sign that maybe she was moving on. For so long after Adora was lost, Catra was just as lost. She was awful to be around - if Glimmer hadn’t been hurting as much as she was she didn’t doubt the Queen would have kicked her out.
It took time, and a lot of help from people like Perfuma and King Micah, but eventually Catra learned to process her loss. Not entirely, even now there were nights she woke up wrecked with tears - but enough to function.
The world had taken a lot from Catra, even before she was old enough to know any better. She was raised in a brutal place, with people in power that didn’t care for her or her wellbeing. The only good thing the world gave her for so long was Adora. Without her, Catra was certain she wouldn’t have made it as long as she did in the Horde.
Then things changed, and suddenly Catra had so many people in her life. Good people, who genuinely seemed to care about her. They cared about her even when she struggled to care about herself or understand why they would give her so many chances.
Catra growled, now was not the time to be in her own head. She had a mission - something she’d desperately wanted for weeks now.
Once they reached the spot on the map, Catra pulled her snowmobile to a stop and jumped off. Her feet sank deep into the heavy snow, moving through this was going to be a challenge and it just kept falling.
She could hear Bow and Glimmer coming, since she’d been faster and reached the pod first.
It looked terrible, the top was already covered in more than a few nights of snowfall and the bottom was buried, but even then the impact of where it hit the ground could be seen in the damage.
Catra sniffed, trying desperately to find something, anything she could track. So many people had probably looked this thing over, there was too much around to pick out anything specific.
“Anything?” Glimmer’s voice shouted over the blowing wind.
“Not yet, it’s definitely from our ship though.” Catra said, pointing at the emblem Entrapta loved to put on...pretty much everything. “It hit the ground hard.” She ran her fingers over some of the damage. The plates were dented deep on one side. “If I had to guess, it hit here, on the left side.” She brushed away the snow with her hands. “Then fell over.”
“There was nobody inside when they found it.” Bow said, his knees nearly coming up to his chest with each step he took through the snow. “If it was Adora, she’s out there somewhere.”
Catra could only stare out at the mass of snowfall on the ground and feel her heart ache. It was true, if this was Adora then she was out here, in this storm - after crash landing. All alone and after who knows what she’d been through. She had to find her, she had to make sure she was okay and hold her in her arms again.
She just had to.
“Hey,” Glimmer was suddenly beside her, having teleported. “We’re here, okay? We’ll find her.”
Catra nodded, tears burning in her eyes. She touched Glimmer’s hand on her shoulder and took a deep breath. “I need to find her scent. There has to be something inside.” Catra reached out, grabbing the damaged door of the pod and pulled with all the strength she could find. It opened, barely, but the snow was so thick near the door that it made moving the thing ten times harder.
“On three,” Bow said, suddenly next to Catra and Glimmer. The three of them grabbed the door in various places. “One! Two! Three!” Together, they pulled and pushed it through the thick powder that continued to fall around them.
As the door opened, the bottom hinge broke off and it nearly fell on top of Catra. She slipped into the snow, nearly buried up to her neck. “Ugh!” She scrambled to put herself back to her feet. Her clothes were already soaked through. “Glimmer, a little help?” She looked up to see Glimmer put a hand on her shoulder and a moment later she was teleported about two feet, but thankfully back above the snow. “Thanks Sparkles,” Catra’s teeth were chattering just a little. “Okay…” she turned back to the pod and leaned into the now open door. “I just need something to…” The smell hit her like a punch to the face from Princess Frosta. “Adora,” she whispered, kneeling down and taking in the sight and smell of the blood that stained the floor.
“Catra?” Glimmer poked her head inside. “Anything?”
Carefully, Catra touched her gloved hand onto the ground and swiped at the stain. It stuck, but just barely. Closing her eyes, Catra fought back the urge to scream and instead just took in the scent. The cold was nothing compared to the chill that ran down her spine. She had something to go off of, but now she was terrified of where it might lead her.
“That way,” Catra pointed, her nose leading her to the left - where there was really nothing but darkness ahead. “We really should have brought Swift Wind with us.”
“Why?” Glimmer asked as they all gathered around her to be teleported. “So he could complain the whole time?”
This made Catra laugh as they were suddenly right next to their snowmobiles. “Fair point.” Catra climbed onto her’s. Waiting for Bow and Glimmer to do the same. She fired up the engine, lights from the machine shining across the endless white beneath them. “We’ll have to go slow!” She carried her voice over the engine. “I have a scent but we can’t go too fast or I’ll lose it!”
“Slow is good!” Bow shouted. “I love slow!” He gave a thumbs up for good measure.
So they drove, much slower than before, and Catra tried her best to track the scent. The horizon seemed endless, just darkness of night and falling snow. There were moments where Catra thought maybe she wasn’t actually smelling anything - just her mind playing hopeful tricks on her.
She ignored the thoughts, opting instead to just keep pressing on. She would slow down when necessary to regain the trail, but eventually, it led them to a mountain, so tall that it felt like the end of the world entirely.
Catra stopped, she could still smell the blood, she had something here...there was nowhere else to go.
She climbed off her snowmobile and followed the trail. There wasn’t as much snow here - it wasn’t even falling this far out from the kingdom. She moved, pressing her hand against the rock, trying to figure out where all this was leading.
The smell was picking up, she was close to something. She just hoped that whatever she found wouldn’t scar her forever.
At this point, Catra was certain she had tunnel vision - her mind thought of Bow and Glimmer, but she couldn’t tell if they were near her or not. She was just following the smell, letting her body move almost on its own.
Eventually, she found an opening, a cave of sorts that tucked deeply into the mountain. It would have been hard to find for anyone who couldn’t see as well in the dark as she could.
Catra slowed her steps, wanting to be careful not to alert whatever might be living in here. Once shielded under the cover of the cave, her ears went to work. She could hear the wind howling through the opening, but the deeper she moved inside, the fainter it was. There were droplets coming from somewhere, each one falling into a puddle over and over again.
Every step Catra took was light and cautious, her senses had never felt more alert.
Which meant that when the attack came, she heard footsteps racing towards her. Turning sharply, Catra threw her hands up to protect herself. The attack came from a very heavy stick, Catra was able to stop it from smashing her skull open, but the impact of it hitting against her hands was still painful and certainly broke the skin.
She fell, rolling to the side when another strike was sent down at her. On instinct, Catra kicked her leg out, striking something that made her assailant stumble. Mustering up all of her energy, Catra nipped up to her feet in one motion and charged forward. She reached out, grabbing the offending weapon before it could be swung again.
From there, she drove her attacker backwards until they ran into the closest wall with a thud.
That was when Catra saw her - hair a mess and blue eyes wild with fear.
“Adora?” She whispered and suddenly that dangerously desperate look in Adora’s eyes shifted.
“Ca-Catra?”
This was the part where she woke up. This was always the part where she woke up. When she finally found her and reached out to touch her, the dream would end and the nightmare of her life would continue.
Still, she reached out every time and this one was no different. Except when she did, her hand found cold, soft skin and Catra gasped in shock.
This was real. Adora was here, right in front of her. She was alive.
The stick they were both holding fell between them and when it did, Adora’s body gave out - she fell forward and directly into Catra’s waiting arms. Unfortunately, she wasn’t nearly prepared for how hard Adora fell and suddenly both of them were crashing into the hard ground.
“Adora,” Catra cried, holding on so tight. Adora’s body was shaking - she was freezing cold. “Glimmer!” Catra screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls.
“Catra!” she heard, unsure if it was Bow or Glimmer - it needed to be Glimmer.
“In the cave!” She kept running her hand over the back of Adora’s head, afraid each time she did that it would slip through into illusion and she would wake up alone in bed again.
“Adora!” That was Bow, and no doubt Glimmer would be close by. “Adora?” He knelt down beside them, his hands lingering over Adora’s fallen form.
“She passed out,” Catra said, “We need Glimmer to teleport us out of here!”
“I’m here, it’s so dark in -” the sentence died when Glimmer gasped and fell to her knees. “It's really her?” She was already crying and while Catra could absolutely relate, they couldn’t stay here.
“Sparkles, I know, okay - but we need to get her out of this cave. She’s literally freezing to death.”
Taking a few deep breaths, Glimmer stumbled to her feet and made her way to them with a little help from Bow. She knelt down, gently placing her hand on Adora’s back, a sob escaping her when she made contact.
Bow hugged her from behind and she held Catra’s hand before activating her magic.
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If there was one thing the people in the Kingdom of Snows knew how to fix, it was being cold.
When they teleported back to the kingdom, the scene from the cave was suddenly happening right in the middle of Frosta’s throne room. Catra on her back with Adora on top of her, Glimmer and Bow at their side in tears.
Frosta was quick to send her people to action. They took Adora and the others to an infirmary and went to work warming them all up.
Catra was the first to recover, she had fur, she was built to warm up - but Bow and Glimmer required a few blankets and heating pads.
Then there was Adora.
It was still hard to really believe, and because Adora was unconscious, Catra wasn’t entirely sure she fully did believe it yet.
Almost two years of her life were spent mourning the loss of her love - now suddenly that was gone. Adora was here, right in front of her.
She looked awful, her clothes were dirty and destroyed, her hair was long and unkempt. She had massive bruises on her neck that disappeared underneath her clothes. Those were just the ones that Catra could see.
The head caregiver, a very large man with a thick, black beard, had yelled at Catra to give them space to work. She fought, because that’s what she did, but in the end she knew he was right and there wasn’t anything she could do.
So she sat back, her leg bouncing over and over again as she watched them work to try and warm Adora up. Her lips were blue, her hands were lifeless. How awful would it be to find her only to lose her now? Only to have to sit here and watch her die?
Rot bubbled up in Catra’s throat, threatening to escape, but she couldn’t leave now. She fought back the urge to unleash the anxiety in her heart and simply let her leg bounce a little faster.
Catra felt something beside her and turned to see Frosta standing beside her. She had just as much worry on her face as Catra felt.
“How are Glimmer and Bow?” Catra asked.
Frosta didn’t look at her. “They’ll be fine. They’re both fighting to come in here, but it’s crowded enough.” Catra nodded, awed a bit by how much Frosta had grown up in the last few years. Her power was always the strongest of the Princesses, but now she carried a leadership to her that was hard to argue. “You owe me two snowmobiles.” She said, and Catra couldn’t stop herself from smiling just a bit.
She reached over and squeezed Frosta’s arm affectionately. “Thank you, for helping us find her.”
“Don’t thank me until she’s awake.”
Time moved so slowly, but when the healers and caregivers finally stopped working, they told Catra that Adora was stable.
She was stable.
Glimmer and Bow came in before Catra could really see her and she wasn’t going to deny them anything. They cried, they sat with her, Adora still asleep but that didn’t stop either one of them from talking to her.
Catra stayed back, smiling when they looked at her and speaking up if her name was used. It felt strange, talking to Adora who they hadn’t seen in so long and who wasn’t even able to respond, but it was more than they had this morning and for now that was enough.
“It’s getting late.” The bearded man said, his voice gruff and impatient. “She needs rest.”
“I’m not leaving.” Catra said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Glimmer gave her a look. “I’m not leaving.” She repeated.
Glimmer then just smiled at her. “Neither are we,” Glimmer turned to the caregiver. “We’ll stay here tonight, we won’t cause any trouble, but...we can’t leave her.”
His eyes narrowed. “I told you she was stable. She’ll make it through the night.”
“We know,” Bow stood up, Catra was grateful for Bow in times like this. “We don’t doubt for a second that she’s okay and we’re so thankful for all the effort you and everyone here put in to help her - but she’s our best friend.” Catra resisted the urge to correct him. “We promise, we won’t be a bother, we’ll just lay on the floor and keep an eye on her.”
When he exhaled slowly, Catra knew they’d won. “I am in here at five AM every day, without fail - do not complain when tomorrow is no different.”
“We won’t!’ Glimmer said, walking over and shaking the man’s hand. “Thank you for everything.”
He accepted her handshake gently. “Do not sleep on the floor, we have empty infirmary beds - use them.”
Though Glimmer and Bow agreed, Catra had no intention of leaving Adora’s side - she honestly had no idea when she’d next sleep again. If it were up to her, it wouldn’t be until she was doing so with Adora’s arms around her like it was before.
Catra was the first to reach her, she looked peaceful now, her lips no longer blue, her face no longer as pale - still more so than it was a lifetime ago.
The only thing Catra could focus on was the bruising. The marks were dark and looked so painful. It wrenched her heart to think of what might have caused them and she feared there might be more they couldn’t see.
“What happened to her?” Bow asked, even though he knew they didn’t have the answers.
Glimmer walked around to the other side of the bed, taking Adora’s hand. “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “She’s here now, we’ll worry about the rest of it later.”
Catra agreed, but she also knew it wouldn’t be that easy once those blue eyes were open again. Adora had been through something bad - she’d been gone for so long.
Slowly, Catra knelt down next to the bed, her hands shaking as she reached up to brush a bit of Adora’s hair away.
“You need a haircut,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Catra pressed her nose gently into Adora’s cheek before giving her a soft kiss. It was something she’d only been able to dream about, being able to touch Adora again like this.
Night moved slowly, not that Catra really minded much. Eventually Glimmer fell asleep, she and Bow pushed one of the infirmary beds right next to Adora’s. They’d offered to help Catra do the same, but she told them she could handle it. By the time they fell asleep, Catra was still next to Adora’s bed, running a hand through her hair and studying every feature on her face.
She let her exploration continue, moving down to Adora’s hand at her side. Catra lifted it up, cradling Adora’s hand in her own, her knuckles were worn, cracked and damaged - she’d been fighting, wherever she was.
#catradora#this eventually turned into my fic touchstone#but this start was always a favorite of mine#writing prompts
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What I like about Bow is that in s1 he motivates Entraptas staff because "I'm one of you" (a normal person with no powers) by showing them how to fight back, in s4 he does the same thing with an entire trapped village by teaching them how to save themselves, and finally in s5 he does it with the ENTIRE planet by giving the population a last stand speech.
He's the common folks' leader. It fits that he'll be the future king.
Bow was very at risk in falling into a somewhat misogynistic trope of "the underdog boy who overshadows all the way stronger/smarter girls" since that's what his character template usually entails and that's what any other show would have done
Like for example if he was better than Glimmer or Adora at combat because he "tried harder" or if he was better at tech than Entrapta because he's an "underdog"
It's a trope I fucking despise and it's always the boys who surpass girls, some classic examples are Wanted and Kung Fu Panda wherein you have a girl who has trained for a role forever be surpassed by a really stupid ameteur boy because that's how the system sees women i guess
Instead, Bow ISNT as good at combat as the princesses even though he tries so hard because they're just so overwhelmingly powerful, and Bow ISN'T as good at tech as Entrapta because she has put in way more time and resources and experience than him, he would have to make science his entire life to keep up and that's not his priority (though he was able to go toe to toe with Hordak who thought his work was Entrapta's so he definitely spends a lot of time trying to work out her tech once he's made techmaster, and he was even able to fix a thousand years old the ship by himself and teach her how it works, but that's nothing like the trope im describing)
What they did instead is make Bow the master of a domain that most other characters especially in the Rebellion don't think about at all - Heart!! Bow is the proverbial glue keeping everyone together, he encourages powerless people like himself to fight, he picks his friends up when they fall down, and of the rebellion I'd say Bow was the only one after Adora to truly believe that people in the Horde could change. Bow's examples include how he recruited Adora herself (!!!) even when Glimmer saw her as trouble, how he tried to befriend Catra even when she nearly got brightmoon destroyed and Adora was starting to see her as an enemy, how he was utterly determined to convince Entrapta to rejoin the rebellion even after learning she valued science over their friendship, and how he was able to crack through to Scorpia and tell her that she wasn't a killer, even though he barely knew Scorpia at all. Bow's unwavering belief in the good of his friends and the people around him does get him in trouble from time to time as people take advantage of it, but there are no other characters who hold to this as strongly. His beliefs go through some sad challenges when his friendships fall apart, but he is able to overcome those challenges and reassess his boundaries.
Other characters play the Heart from time to time but they don't BELIEVE as hard as Bow. Scorpia believes in friendship but it's hard to say if she actually sees the good in everyone, or if she just wants to please everyone regardless of who they are. Adora does see the good in everyone but this can often be shrouded by her determination to do The Right Thing, especially in season 4. Entrapta tries to encourage people that they are wonderfulas they are like Bow does, but her faith in friendship was perhaps the most fragile of our cast as she writes all her relationships off as failures faster than Catra can open a portal. Glimmer tries to lead everyone but also competes with them and doesn't understand them as well.
With THIS in mind, it's wonderful that even though he can't contribute as well as the princesses in battle, Bow sees value in himself as the arrow guy, the level headed guy, and most importantly a friend.
It's pretty interesting how little faith he had in his fathers by contrast, how that clashes with his attitude to everyone else. While he's so open with his friends, he hides everything from his dads. They don't know who he is, really. I think this is surprisingly relatable for many people.
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Prompt? I don’t know if you still write for She-Ra but: some sort of lighthearted romp where Adora and Catra have to temporarily join forces?
I know that’s vague but I’m mostly just thinking of the Princess Prom and how I’m never going to recover from Catra suddenly dipping Adora while they dance.
Hi hi! Catra in her suit was absolute perfection, you literally gave me heart eyes thinking about it. Well, I wrote Catra and I wrote Adora, but I'm not sure it's as lighthearted as I was hoping. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
(Also on AO3.)
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Catra was never at her best when she butted heads with Adora. She knew that. Everyone but Adora and her stupid new friends knew that. She couldn't really explain what had possessed her to follow Adora into the dense woods outside of Plumeria but—
She had to admit, seeing Adora hanging upside down and trapped in vines was really worth the price of admission.
"Hey, Adora." Catra leaned against one of the trees on the outskirts of the little clearing she'd tracked Adora into and crossed her arms. "Is this some new way of being a hero, or is this what you do in your downtime now?"
Adora thrashed around in the tangle of vines, her face growing red from frustration and gravity. "Catra! What are you doing here?"
"You keep asking me that." Catra flicked her tail and stalked closer, keeping her ears up for any surprises. "Obviously, I'm here for the same reason you are." Whatever that was.
Adora's eyes went soft all at once, her face turning sweet and appealing despite all the blood rushing into her head. "Really?" she asked, her voice small and trembling.
Ugh. Wrong answer. Fine. Whatever. Catra rolled her eyes. "I gotta find it before I can destroy it, obviously."
Adora wilted, her shoulders slumping inward and allowing the vines to tighten around her even more. "Of course. Why'd I even think that you…"
"I thought you'd know me better than that by now," Catra said snidely; she weighed her options in the back of her mind. Whatever Adora was here for wasn't on the Horde's radar, so it was possible Adora was off doing something stupid for the civilians, or she'd gotten a lead on something super important and secret. Either way, Catra wanted to ruin it.
Adora fixed her attention back on Catra, her face fierce once more. "I do know you. And that's why I think you're bluffing. I think you don't know anything about why I'm here."
Catra shook her head. "Don't you ever get tired of being so earnest? I'm tired just listening to you." Adora probably wouldn't let anything slip out now that she was on guard, so Catra wanted to leave before Scorpia came through and made everything complicated. She turned on her heel and cast a small wave over her shoulder. "Bye, Adora."
She'd barely made it three steps before Adora shouted, "I'm looking for the Flower of Friendship, okay?"
Catra startled from the loud noise, her fur standing on end, and she hissed as she turned back toward Adora. "You've got to be kidding me—"
She lost her balance, her foot sliding beneath her for just a second, but it was enough for the waiting vines. The plants coiled around her leg and yanked her completely off her feet; she hit the ground with a loud grunt, and clawed at the vines in a frenzy, yowling with frustration. By the time Catra gave up, she was sore and tired and there was dirt and leaves in her hair. It would be such a pain to wash out.
All at once, Catra remembered that Adora was there and had watched the entire humiliating scene, and she huffed a breath, tossing her hair back. "Thanks for nothing, Adora."
Adora looked apologetic, at least. That only annoyed Catra more. "Sorry."
Ugh. Catra twisted around in the vines, taking advantage of her flexibility and lack of weight to redistribute herself. She wasn't going to hang upside down for who knew how long. No way. When she finally settled, she was horizontal, held securely in the vines like they were a tight hammock. Her headpiece had been knocked to the ground, so she blew her hair out of her face in vain.
"Did I hear you right?" Catra asked. "You're looking for the Flower of Friendship? I thought you had friends. Why are you chasing after a fairytale?"
Adora gaped at Catra like a red-faced fish. "I… I heard that it could fix things. If you give the flower to someone, you'll be friends forever."
"Oh, my. How could you choose between your little minions?" Catra smiled, baring her canines. "Who was it for? Sparkles? The boy with arrows?" Adora remained silent, and Catra arched an eyebrow, stretching her arms and lounging in her tangle of vines. "Me?" Adora jerked at that, confirming Catra's suspicions, and Catra sighed, shaking her head. "Oh, that's just pathetic. You think one little flower is going to fix us?"
"I still have hope for you, Catra," Adora said. "I'm not going to give up."
"Hey, you do you," Catra said dismissively. "You want to chase after stories, be my guest."
"Oh, here you are!" Scorpia. Catra was so happy to hear her stupid voice. Scorpia came into the clearing, stomping on the underbrush without a care in the world. "Oh, you taking a break? Good for you, you work too hard."
"Knock it off and get me out of here." Catra squirmed in place, and Scorpia clipped the vines in one snip of her massive claw, catching Catra easily with the other.
"There you go," Scorpia said cheerfully, letting Catra slide to the ground. "Safe and sound."
"Good job." Catra dusted herself off and looked up at Scorpia. She had a purple flower behind her ear, glowing softly and illuminating her white hair in lavender. "What's that?"
Scorpia's claw flew to the side of her head, the chitin delicately touching a petal. "I found it. Thought it was pretty."
Catra chanced a look at Adora, thrilled by the upset and pallid expression on her face, and patted Scorpia's arm. "You're right. It's very pretty. You should keep it."
Scorpia brightened further. "Yeah? Awesome." Scorpia looked over at Adora like it was the first time she'd realized there was another person in the clearing, and frowned. "What're we going to do with her?"
Catra shook her head. "We got what we came for. Let's head out." She turned to Adora one last time. Adora was fighting back tears, and that more than anything told Catra that her big dumb scorpion had found the flower Adora wanted.
Catra took the lead once more, Scorpia falling obediently into step behind her, and they left Adora where she was, hanging useless in the plants. They were close enough to civilization that it wouldn't take long for her to be found anyway.
Stupid Flower of Friendship. Stupid Adora. Whatever.
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Glimmer vs Catra: How and how not to do an apology
People argue that their not the same character because of the intent of their actions which their correct but I dont think we talk about how they apologized. Lets start with their first apologies in s1 ep2:
(Its not the full apologies because god dammit i cant find the screenshot but bare with me) We see glimmer acknowledge what she done wrong and also take accountability, acknowledge what she shouldve done. This is a key aspect in apologies, you would want the person to acknowledge what they did to you is wrong and thats what glimmer did. This is a good apology. Catra on the other hand
This wouldve been fine (still odd given she was angry after tasing adora but lets just give a benefit of a doubt) if she didnt threaten to taze adora again minutes after ('or do i need to zap you again') We have no accountability, no acknowledgment of what they shouldve done, its just saying sorry like they rather move on than properly apologising. If anyones gonna bring up her 'redemption', lets now get onto s5:
Both apologies took accountability ('i made a mistake with the heart of etheria'), acknowledge what they shouldve done ('I shouldve listen to you'), understanding that they may not forgive them and accept it while also reminding them that they'll be there for them despite that. So, what about catra?
Thats it. No accountability, no acknowledgement of what they shouldve done, no reminder of being there for them even if they dont accept the apology, none of that. Considering this is an apology to someone she betrayed, electrocuted and sent her to a place where she almost died, its the most half ass shit i seen. This just bare minimum like the first one, its again like they wanna move on than genuinely apologizing for it.
And thats one of the differences between catra and glimmer, how their not the same. Its because while glimmer always knew how to properly apologized, catra never did.
#anti catradora#anti c//a#antic//a#anti catra#catraslander#catra slander#glimmer#glimmadora#glimmerandadora#glimbow#glimmerandbow
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Growing Pains
Adora X Fem!Reader
Warning: descriptions of war, implied violence
You weren’t expecting it to cause that dull ache in your chest as you slashed at the many people who make up the rebellion, your sword moves faster than you do, but your eyes are looking for her. Every bone in your body aches as you push forward, for the Horde, but mainly for you. It’s been years, the Horde took care of you and gave you purpose. Your dense loyalty forced you to turn a blind eye, and encouraged misguided propaganda, but only one person almost silenced the voices. You almost believed you were worth more than what they said you were worth, but now? You’re not worth anything, to anyone.
Something about being on the battlefield has left you stuttering through the steps, you hear the gunfire and the sound of retreating soldiers. You feel a thick layer of dust and grief, as both sides face more losses. Blood pumps through your veins, but as the rage continues to mount and then fall--suddenly you are standing face to face with She-ra.
For a split second, you aren’t even trying anymore. Just falling victim to an onslaught of attacks, one hit after the next until you yell for retreat. This is not your battle anymore, it is already lost. But she sees you, even behind enemy lines and painful memories, you are still stunning. She knocks the bottom end of her sword on a Horde soldier's head, and just looks at you. Begging you to join her on this side of the field, to join the rebellion and you want to. God you want so much more than you will ever say. Or ever admit to anyone, but you can’t let yourself love her.
Something about the way your expression falling from battle ready to distress, pushes She-ra towards you. For every two steps she takes, you are taking one step back. You hear the weapons and machinery stop, you hear nothing except the pounding of your heart. You feel nothing except the weight of your sword in your hand, and the throbbing sensation in your knee from when a rebel kicked you to the ground.
“Y/N…” Your face contorts and you breathe out a dry puff of air, one that burns and aches, and barely even counts as breathing. It doesn’t feel like you are breathing at all, to be honest. Your head is spinning, until she is there. Right in front of you. Adora.
You try to memorize the way her hair sits. Her stance. Her eyes. Her smile. Nothing is different, but she looks at you more sad than before.
“Hey Adora…” You try to smile, but it's a half attempt, and barely passes as an expression. What are you supposed to do in the midst of war? “I miss you.” If those words tasted sweet, maybe they would sound less desperate, but desperation is what led you here today. At least you think that’s what it is. It has to be something out of your control, because being here makes no sense. You knew she would be here, but being here meant something in that crazy mind of yours. The very mind that continues to fracture with every spell Shadow Weaver completes.
“Well, you don’t have to miss me.” She tries to reach out, but you back away and her stance falters. “Come with me. Do the right thing. Please?” Adora hates fighting against you, because you were her protector. She took care of Catra, and you took care of her. But when your lip trembles, and you shake your head. Reality sets in… There was no one taking care of you.
“I can’t… I have to protect myself… They’ll kill me…” If you were anyone else, you would cry, but you can’t cry when you shut it off years ago. You can’t feel anything, when you have mental blocks that keep all the thoughts of leaving in a little box.
“I can protect you.” Adora reaches out again, and you rip yourself away from her--she can see the tears, it's like watching fabric separate, splitting at the seams.
“You can’t protect me, Adora. I am the one person you can’t protect.” It is the one thing that can’t be fixed by her, or anyone else. Every crack in your expression sends her mind into a spiral because all she wants is to take away that pain for you. To make you feel okay, but she doubts that’s possible, but she wants that to be the reality.
“Y/N, I love you.”
“Then love me enough to leave, right now. Because if you stay a second longer, I am going to give in and I’ll end up choosing you. And it’ll kill me.” Adora shakes her head, pleading with you to stay. To choose her, with those beautiful eyes. It always culminates to this, to big choices and big pains. Growing pains.
You smell the smoke and the yells of the Horde, the retreating of the rebels, and you’re just standing there with Adora when you should be leading an attack. But you can’t move from your spot.
“I don’t want to do that…” Her voice is breaking, she is breaking right before your eyes and you would be a liar if you said it wasn’t your fault.
“I need you to go.” You whisper, glancing around--you see the eyes of her friends, people that aren’t like you. People that are good like Adora, that care and want to do good. “You have-” Your voice breaks. “You have to go with them.”
Adora shakes her head, blonde strands sticking to tears on her cheeks-- you reach out hesitantly, hovering just above her cheek before brushing the hair away. Wiping the tears away, but it doesn’t make her look any brighter. Her cheeks are still a bright shade of red, flushed as she tries to reach you, but you just seem to slip further away by the second. “Please?”
“You’re She-ra. You represent hope for most of them.” Your eyes linger on a male and a female, two that had been with Adora since she joined their side. They’ll take care of her. “You are everything good, and I gave into all the bad a long time ago.” Your mind flashes to all the death, the villages you stormed and all the pain. You could feel every ounce of pain, from every one--Adora knew that, she often used your ability to numb the nightmares, but even her warmth has gone cold.
“No-” Her voice is abrupt as she shakes her head, pulling away from your hand. “No. You aren’t bad. I know it.”
“No, Adora. I am. I don’t deserve redemption like you, or even Catra.” Your lips quirk up, but it is not because you are smiling. It is a product of the emotions your mind is fighting back, the pain and the love. The splinters are growing painful, becoming harder to ignore as she pulls you closer to taking the leap.
“I always knew and I always chose wrong.” You let them fracture your memories, and twist your mind--you let them take control and create the monster you became. Someone undeserving. “Hey don’t cry, Adora.” You hum, “Loving you was the easiest thing I did.” She begins to cry harder, but there is a sharp pain, a shadow that is beginning to tear you apart: “And it's not like we won’t see each other, we’ll still have this.” You feel the last of the shadow burn away, but you feel something go with it. “I’ll always cheer you on.”
The pain returns and you double over, shoulders caving in on themselves as you cry out--hearing the whisper of Shadow Weaver return. You fight it this time, you push against her control and focus on Adora. On breathing. On not giving in. “But right-right now, y-you, I ha-ave to make you go.” Your knuckles go pale as your grip on your sword tightens, the feeling of Shadow Weaver overcoming you.
“ADORA! Watch out!” You raise the sword as high as you can and feel yourself being shoved backwards, landing harshly on the ground. Dirt burns your knees as you push yourself forward, before climbing onto your feet. Adora was still standing in the same place, watching with shock.
“You-” You feel the cracks go as she speaks, her words falling off as you black out--watching as she fades away. Shadow Weaver is capable of many things, but one thing in particular is the control she enacted over you years ago, to the point that defiance means dying.
Oh Adora, if I had a choice. I would have chosen you.
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Catra's Conundrum
Catra had no idea what was waiting for her behind that door. In the months following Prime's defeat, Hordak had proven himself an invaluable asset to the relief effort. Salineas was rebuilt, thousands of displaced people had homes again, and the clones were adjusting well to their new lives with the help of their new leader.
Despite all of this, Hordak remained an enigma to most of his new allies among the princesses. Even Catra who, next to Entrapta, was the only person on Etheria who had spent any amount of private time with Hordak knew virtually nothing about him. He barely talked to anyone besides Entrapta, who nearly stopped every heart in the Princess Alliance when she announced Hordak would be attending thier latest celebratory ball as her date.
If that had been shocking, then there's no word for how Catra felt when she received a message from Hordak saying "Meet me in my lab during the Alliance's next meeting. I need to discuss something with you regarding the celebration. Come alone and tell no one." Standing in front of the door to Hordak's lab, Catra's thoughts raced like roaches in the Fright Zone when you flip a light switch. What could Hordak of all people want to discuss about a stupid party? Could he be planning an attack on the Alliance? Was all that work he put in just to lure the princesses into a false sense of security? Did he really believe she's help him after everything she'd been through to get Adora back?
Swallowing her worries, she pressed the button on the door, and was immediately buzzed in. "Hello Catra" Hordak greeted her neutrally, without looking up from his work desk he continued with "Thank you for meeting with me, I have something... personal I need your help with." After a few seconds of silence she glared at him said "I don't know what you want but I'm here, say whatever you're gonna say so I can get out of here." This had earned Catra a sideways glare, but Hordak sighed and approached her with his problem anyway. Nothing, on Etheria or beyond, could of prepared her for hearing "Catra... will you teach me how to dance?" come out of Hordak's mouth.
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Where Do We Go Now?
A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction
The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?
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Now for chapter 18. Wanna know what Entrapta was doing while Hordak was with his brothers?
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Chapter 18: Video Chat
Entrapta sat in her lab drumming her fingers on a workbench. She did not want to start another project without Hordak nor had any of her works in progress interested her at the moment. She was bored a rare occurrence. She wished her Lab Partner was here
Is Hordak still classified as my Lab Partner? While on a technical level, they were two individuals working on scientific projects, but they were dating.
Are we dating? They never made it official even though they had confessed their mutual feelings only four days ago. Entrapta could not have misread the situation when Hordak had made his feelings abundantly clear. Also, everyone in the Alliance knew about their relationship. Wait, they haven’t even been on an official date, so they would be just partners in general.
Before she got too far down the rabbit hole, she was startled by the beeping of her computer. A small emoji of Bow popped up on her screen and the bottom text read as an incoming call. Steadying her breath, she accepted the call.
“Hi, Bow! Did you need anything?”
“Hey, Entrapta. Glimmer and Adora want the rest of the Alliance to come up to Prime’s ship and see if there are any clones left behind and I was wonder in if you and Hordak would like to see if there are any files or tech he has that we might find useful?”
“Yes! YES! YES!”
“Alright, we’ll pick you two up tomorrow say… nine?”
“We’ll be there!” Entrapta hung up abruptly flapping her hands and spinning in her seat. “Emily!” Emily awoke from sleep mode and rushed over to Entrapta.
“Help me pack we have a trip tomorrow!”
Entrapta furiously rushed around her lab grabbing all her tools and the converters needed for accessing all of the alien techs. She was in such a frenzy she barely noticed the lab doors opening until a tall, dark figure stood behind her.
“Oh great, Hordak you’re here! Are you busy tomorrow?”
“Not with anything particular, no.”
“Good because Bow just called and said we can come with the Alliance to The Velvet Glove to see what tech we can find.” She paused. “As long as it is ok with you.”
“This is… acceptable.”
“Ok, good. Wanna help me pack?”
“I would be glad to.”
Before the couple could get to work the doors hissed open. In came a robot holding a package.
“Oh good it came.” Entrapta rushed over to the bot and plucked the package from its hand before patting it on the head. “This is for you.”
Hordak took the box from her hands and gave it a small shake. He looked back down at her. He used one of his claws to rip the tape and gingerly opened the flaps of the box. He pulled out a pair of navy overalls with cobalt pockets and red stitching. With wide eyes, he looked at Entrapta with a mix of shock and adoration.
“Do you like them? I thought since most of your belongings were destroyed and you don’t need the warlord persona anymore you would need something to wear around the lab.”
“I-I um,” he dropped to his knees into a bow, “thank you, Princess. I greatly appreciate this.”
Entrapta rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek while her hair brought him to his feet.
“Your welcome, Hordak, and you don’t have to be so formal with me. I’m your partner, not your superior.”
“Apologies.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. At least it was not ‘technologically sound’.”
“You are never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Never will.”
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Chapter 9: Don’t you love it when a plan comes together?
After a quick wardrobe change, they all gathered in the hall. In the room they would eventually call The War Room, they quickly unpacked some maps, computers and schematics, laying out what they need over a large table. A bit haphazard but for the time being, still useable. Going over the floorplan, they formulated a route to best access the room this creature was supposedly in. M, doing a bit of computer hacking, was able to get schedules and codes. They pulled as much research they could find on the creature but so much was redacted, it was not useable.
“So we know they keep it in a vat of acid 90% of the time. We don’t have the ability to transport a vat of acid. So we will need to hit when they take it out for their experiments.” Carmen explains. “M, are you certain this is what you want? I still think we are ill-equipped for this.” M slams his hands on the table, “You had no fuckin issue before! You offered me a heist of any fuckin creature I wanted. This is it. I am owed this.” Carmen sips her coffee, “I never promised you a heist. You wanted ‘a puppy’ and this is the puppy you chose upon my conditions that we could handle such a beast without murder to us or others. This is skirting this line. So I ask again, Are you certain you want this creature and are you certain we can pull this off in our current situation?” M groans and rubs his face, “We’ve been at this for fuckin hours already, yes I am fuckin certain!”
Carmen nodded, “Alright, final call. Drake, you fly us there and park the plane as close as you can without drawing suspicion. This clearing in this area here should suffice, if there’s any issues, just act like you have a bit of an emergency maintenance to do. Asta, you watch the wind and weather patterns from the plane. Theres a good chance we may need to have an alternate path to get out. Which is where Lekir and Vasha come in. Lekir will form an explosive ice barrier along the outer wall here in this room and possibly some ice to help either contain or sedate the creature.
M and I will secure it and have it ready to go on the move. Surprisingly this experiment lab has windows which is good for us, bad design for them. Vasha will need to locate the helicopter over here and fly it to position, keeping distance away from the ice blast. We dont need to damage the transport before we get to use it and we need the winds to be agreeable so theres no turbulence to screw up any aim whether its boarding or taking defensive non-lethal shots. We dont need them to become lethal.
From there depends if we meet back at the plane or take off from there and have Drake and Asta meet us back here. I’m not expecting a whole army of fire ants but you never know with these facilities. Any questions?” Carmen opens a box and hands everyone an ear-com set. “These will help us communicate when separated. Keep them charged tonight, we’ll leave at first light. Make sure that you eat a mid-light breakfast and do whatever bathroom things you need to before we leave. There will be no bathroom breaks but I don’t want you starving either.”
The plan seemed solid enough with room to improvise if need be. Everyone dispersed and Carmen flopped into the office chair nearby, looking over the plans. She sipped the last of her coffee and sighed. This is what she missed. She gave this all up when she had met Wally and had Blendin, she was barely making do before that when being a single mom to Adora. By the stars, she missed them. She pulls up a photo of Adora’s birthday, with Wally holding Blendin and Adora blowing out the candles. Carmen smiled, but the thought plagued her if she was doing the right thing by not getting her children back. Until she knew she was safe from the law, she couldn’t drag her children into the mess. She still had some leads as to why the museum was burnt and why she was brought specifically to a no name asylum. She needed to solve that before the kids could come home.
“Cute kids. They yours?” Lekir peered over the mare’s shoulders. Carmen looked up and wiped a stray tear, “Wh- oh, yeah. This is Adora and Blendin and my.. husband, Wally.” She paused, not knowing how to really address him. Was she even a true widow? Lekir sat on the table, tilting her head. “So is it like an open marriage or…” Carmen shook her head, “He’s missing, technically considered dead. There was no body at the museum.” Lekir nodded, “Ah, I remember seeing that on the news. Some people think it was one of your heists gone sour.” Carmen put her head in her hands, “I would never set such priceless artworks on fire just to get away. Those are pieces of history you may never be able to repair.”
The two were silent for a little bit, Lekir kicking her legs idly. When standing, Lekir was a good foot taller than Carmen, then again everyone currently at the HQ were taller, being 6ft or taller while Carmen was just a mere 5’6”. Lekir made small frost designs on the tabletop as Carmen watched. “How do you do that?” Lekir chuckles, “A unicorn asking a demon how to use magic, thats a new one.” Carmen swivels her ears, “I have a bit of a horn defect, I was never able to use magic like every other unicorn. But a demon? I thought you were a wolf.”
Lekir shook her head, “No! No no. I’m not a wolf. I’m a demon species called Vesk. All beings from Cador are called demons. I happen to be proficient in ice magic. I have a friend back in Cador who likes to use lightning but already mastered all elements so far. Her name is Celica.” Carmen looked at her maps, “Cador? Where is that? I don’t recall a region like that.” The Vesk laughed, “You won’t find it here. It’s off world, you need to use specific portals to get there but I wouldn’t recommend it. Our gravity is way too heavy for your bodies.” Carmen chuckled, “So thats why you had no issue lifting me against the wall, you’re super strong here.”
Lekir stood and effortlessly picked Carmen up and laid her on the table, climbing on top and licking her fangs, “How about I show you that refresher now~ and if your husband is still alive, we can have him join the fun someday. But until then, how about you show your girlfriend some love.” Carmen blushed and giggled as Lekir unzipped and tugged off the thief’s leather pants and lifted her halter top, stripping herself from her own clothes and leaving them scattered around the table. M walked by and stopped short as he heard the moans and giggles, “Aw gawddammit Red.. on the table?! Now I’ll have to sanitize it.. or burn it.. or maybe pour bleach in my eyes.. all of the above..” Lekir waved her hand and shut the door in his face with a bit of a freezing blast. Drake and Vasha strolled past while exploring the mansion and questioned if he was alright. “Fuckin.. those two.. right on the table. We have fuckin 10 bedrooms! Use one of them! Don’t use the gawddamn table!” They watched M storm away and then looked at each other with a cheeky grin before slipping into the door where the two lovers were.
M busied himself by grabbing some chips and flopped onto the sofa. Asta came over shortly and sat down on the floor by him as he idly flipped the channels on the television. Silently he offered some chips to the carbuncle, who looked up at him questioningly. “You want some or not, I ain’t holdin them all damn day like this.” Asta smiled and grabbed a handful and watched any shows that he pulled up, perhaps he really wasnt as bad as he makes himself to be.
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Revenge pt.2
Pairing: Tom "Iceman", Kazansky x reader x Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.
Au:Mafia
Warnings:Guns, swearing, violence, kidnapping(even though it's an adult), integation,fighting, death.
Map: C/s means call sigh
Authors note: Thanks for all of the support on the first part. I am just making this up as I go.
Masterlist
The next thing to happen was a blur. Your hands were tied above your head,dangling from the ceiling, the tips of your toes are barely touching the floor. Your legs are tied at the ankle so you can't kick very easily. Opening your eyes to survey the room around you to see if you can find out where you are. A door opens and a man walks in.
" Look who's awake." The male says while walking closer to you.
"Cyclone." You practically spat. Your blood boiled at the sound of his call sign.
"C/s, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again." He spoke. He knew your attention and why you were at the party. When you didn't respond he spoke again.
"You've been out for a couple days. Your husbands must be worried sick about you. It's a shame that you will never see your daughter again. Or even meet the one that's growing inside of you." Cyclone spoke. Your eyes widened, partly because he knew you were pregnant with your second child. You havent even told Maverick or Ice.
"How did you know?" Fear shacking in your voice. Not even knowing how he knew scared you more. Your first born was just turning 4 years old and you had her at 19. Your mind racing trying to figure out how and what he knows and if she was in danger.
" I have my ways Mrs. Kazansky. It was bold of you to come after me knowing I know everything. Maverick and Iceman have been looking for you night and day. Worried, for your safety. Too bad they will never find you." Cyclone spoke again. Looking down at you. You knew you were going to die. You wanted to cry but you couldn't give him what he wanted. You knew he wasn't lying. The look in his eyes tells everything.
"What do you want from me?" You asked him. Maybe you could convince him to let you go. It probably wouldn't work though. He looked at you like you were nuts. He knew you already knew the answer to that. Partly because cyclone knows everything.
"You already know the answer to that." He spoke looking you in the eyes. the door's cyclone originally came in slammed open. A man dressed in black barely stepped in the room and yelled. You couldn't fully comprehend what he had said but next thing you knew you were out cold.
Maverick's pov:
The phone rang and I answered it. It was goose and the information you had told me made my face drop, ice must have realized something was up and came to stand by me. I hung up the phone and turned towards him tears were rolling in my eyes at this point.
"Y/n was taken by warlock and cyclone. Carol and then lost track of her halfway through the night. They thought she just went to the bathroom but never returned, slider went looking for her and found a trail of blood leading towards the exit."I told him. I said the truth is there is no sugar coding. We knew what cyclone was planning the whole time and we let her go through with it by herself. I can't help but feel this is my fault for letting her go and not having more people with her.
"we will find her, Maverick you can count on it. For now let's call everyone in and start trying to figure out a plan. This is A dangerous game we're playing and I want our girl back."ice spoke. There were Little footsteps that ran down the hall showing that Adora had gotten out of bed. She came up and ran towards us crying. Adora isn't mine or ices daughter is but we treat her like one she's the greatest kid we could ever ask for.
"Where's mommy?" She spoke. Ice looked at me. I didn't know what to say.
"She's not here right now. But I can help you." Ice spoke crouching down to get on her level. I walked into a different room and made some phone calls to get people into the office. Ice got Adora dressed and is taking her with us. She will most likely be asleep the whole time. There was no way we were going to let her out of our site.
" Come on princess let's get going." I chuckled at the little nickname he had given her. Adora was the name fit for a princess. Her mother was the most feared woman of new York. They called her 'The queen of New York.' Me and Ice are the kings. The drive to the office was silent with the radio playing lowly in the background. Adora was sleeping soundly in her car seat. I sat looking out the window and ice drove us there. Wolfman was the first there then sundown,slider,Hollywood, goose and Carol. As Well as charlie and viper. Jester was on vacation with his significant other. we all walked down the hallway to the conference room with Adora in hand. She started slightly and clung on to me a little bit more. Once we were all seated we started.
"So why are we all here?" Viper asked breaking the silence.
" Warlock and cyclone have captured Y/n. We need to figure out how to get he back safely." Ice said. Goose and Carol had a guilty look on their faces. Carol held Bradley her 5 year old son a little close to her. Everyone else has a shocked look on their faces. Some mix this remorsefulness and sympathy.
"Does anyone have any ideas where they are?" This question was more directed to goose and slider. They both shook there heads.
"A question we should be having is how did she get kidnapped and taken in the first place." Charlie asked, pushing her glasses up onto her nose further.
" We had gone to a party that cyclone was supposed to be at and she wandered off for a second and never came back. We searched everywhere for her and didn't find her. There was a trail of blood that was leading outside and a small chunk of her hair." Slider spoke up. He looked acrossed the table and out the window.
" Why did you guys even go to this party and why was Maverick and Iceman not with her?" Hollywood spoke up.
" She wanted Intel on his next moves so she could get rid of him for once and for all. Since he did kill he father a couple years ago." Ice spoke. He sounded cold and dark.
"well communicate with us next time as well. So that everyone knows and everyone can be there just in case something like this happens. She could be dead already." Sundown spoke up. For the first time. This enraged me and Ice talking about her like she was dead. We know how he works and how he does things. He would make her death as slow and painful as possible. I slammed my fist on the table.
" Don't you fucking dare talk about her like she is dead!" I yelled. Ice picked Adora up and walked out of the room with her. He needed to cool off before something would be said that wasn't meant. But was sundown right?
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